Messed ...

This is a time, which everybody encounters in their lives! When we feel screwed up, totally messed. When our ex employer confesses s/he liked us too and still, irrespective of his wedding to some random gorgeous woman or handsome hunk; when the commitment phobic person cannot take the news of our marriage and surprisingly gets a life, to spend with us; when our best friend feels the hots for us after hearing our incidents with our crushes; when we get to know that our school crush resides near our hostel and s/he is single; when we ... Do these things ever come to a standstill? It sometimes feels so good that these things don't stop, but pessimism takes charge. The worst part of the things can never be put to halt. Why do our boy friends like the Shakespearean words of some other female "blogger"; why do our moms stare at us when we talk to an opposite sex late at night; why do our brothers have so many opinions if we have to live in an apartment in an alien city because of non availability of hostel; why do our college teachers give us kinky smiles during a thoughtful lecture; why unsolicited, a little more baby fat on our tummy makes home; why .. why .. why .. Why do these "why's" get so much pessimism along? There isin't any genuine smile on our face when we meet our ex's or have our favorite chocolates. Feels disgusting, doesn't it? May be we blame the extra spare time we have and nothing to do. But we never stop thinking. Time or no time, we think but don't vent out. So many questions pop into our head, so many people behave weird all of a sudden, so many things go out of our hand and WE CAN'T DO ANY FISH ABOUT IT !!! But isn't it better this way? Moms and Dads ask us not to touch the fire, it's hot. Do we listen to them? Do we stop? No, why should we? Why do we tell our kids that fire is hot, just because we were told by our parents? Why not to discover the new patterns of life? Touch the fire, live extreme speed, drink and walk the cliff, et al. Sounds stupid? But we do, don't we! We do drink and drive @ 120km/hr and die!! Because we were just told that we'd have an accident, but didn't we want to experience the intensity of truth in it? So why do we crib when things don't go in our favor? Why are we sad when our ex's currents talk rude to us? Wouldn't we do that to our currents' ex's? Yes we would, so much for our insecurity!! Why don't WE move on, ourselves? We're the ones who ask our friends to move on and forget things or give them a "chill-pill" that things would be fine! Why don't we make them applicable to ourselves.?Why don't we get over with it? Why don't we catch hold of another guy when our ex's dump us or behave weird? Why don't we stop talking to the opposite sex until our mom is around and resume when she is asleep? There is a solution to every mess we create and prolong. No matter how far it's stretched, it does have an end, a permanent solution. Doesn't this sound like some random optimistic session? Well, that's how the cookie crumbles !! That's how life moves on!! But you never stop making it spicy. After all, an extra marital is tempting, isn't it ? ;)