Archive for May, 2013

Being Miss Who

It’s not a joke being Miss Who.

I tell you, it’s downright disgusting not feeling how you’re supposed to feel. It’s painful having opinions and beliefs so weird and unsanctioned by the societal God (of the society, of the households that holds discussion rooms over lost safety pins).

It’s humiliating not communicating enough of anything – respect, love, hate, desire

It’s funny being young or old despite being either.

It’s infuriating not acting as people do, not talking as people do, not brushing your hair and giggling at lipstick colours, not striking up conversations with people just because you are related and not because you care to like them.

It is excruciating to feel that you cannot converse with just anybody. It is apocalyptic to realize you are handicapped in not wanting to, ever.

So be it.

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