It must be Saturday.
I can never get the hang of Saturday.
They go well. Or weirdly. Sometimes, like today for instance, it’s both.
Woke up late! This is the first weekend I’ve had in a long, long time. The ones till now were ruined by cleaning up after a drunken night with a huge hangover, going to pointless college fests, internals, the trip et cetera. But today was a blank slate. I have nothing to do. Absolutely nothing! Ah!!!
Played basketball after a long time. Dressed like a fool. I couldn’t care less. Had loads of fun.
Met a random person and bought them dinner. Had a nice evening. But… something felt strange. There’s no way to explain it except for an analogy:
It’s like someone’s trying to understand the Standard Model immediately after reading the Copenhagen Interpretation.
Things got weirder:
I got down from the bus at AIIMS and plugged in the mp3 player. It starts off with the lines:
(…) looks like the real thing
Tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic
But I can’t help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run
I then walked for an hour from “Rajnigandha Chowk” to ‘ma crib/hizze’ in sector-49, listening to The Bends in album repeat. Usually, I skip three songs (this one, this one aaaanddd… this one). This time I skipped this one.
I feel… unusual.
Intelligence is the ability to articulate one’s stupidity.