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Boston, Massachussetts, United States
I'm not limited to the blank canvas I was born as. My life is an eclectic melange of vivid colour. I float in a sea of multifarious musings, ranging from worlds of lime green skies and copper stars to winged objects and fairy dust. I am the flirtatiousness of cherry chap-stick, the depths of the cerulean ocean and the violet skies of Monet. I am the brooding dark green of dense foliage, the crimson tint in a blushing girl’s cheeks; the purple of bruised limbs. The complexity of my thoughts keeps evolving, I grow and shrink alternately. I cannot be contained or restrained. The French language is my drug and acne is my worst enemy. I laugh a little too much and am a romantic in the extreme sense. I’m likely to steal the stars from the sky, but my aims remain grounded in reality. I can’t be pigeonholed into a single stereotype, because all labels apply to me at different points in time.

Monday, March 14, 2011

Reflections

I came here with so many expectations.

I feel afraid to write about this stuff just because I tend to be closed and am generally NOT open to the idea of opening up my heart to the blogosphere. But my lonely spring break has given me a lot to think about.

For starters, why am I lonely?

Is it because I have no friends? No, of course I have friends. They're all just...just what? too busy? too rude? not close enough for me to actually say they're my friends? I don't know. When I'm with them, I feel like my freshman year has been a success. But I always see them hanging out without me, going out without me, occasionally forgetting me or talking about things I know nothing about. The fact is, I'm always going to be different no matter how hard I try to fit in. I'm from Bombay, which changes everything. I don't know when to call a dustbin a trashcan. I don't know when to spell flavour as flavor. I don't know that obligatory is pronounced awb-lig-uh-taw-ry and not aw-blig-ay-tuh-ry.

Maybe that's not the only thing that's wrong with me.

I'm frequently moody. Always tired. I always have SOMETHING to complain about. Yes, I have a lot of work, but doesn't everyone?! I'm insecure. Childish. I will say things that are unnecessarily mean and do things that I never in my life imagined myself doing. I'm not sure I'm happy with the person I've become. I like that I'm motivated and friendly, but I don't like that I'm occasionally introverted and often cranky.

Every day before I go to bed at night, I think about my day. I think about the moments I want to change. Why did I spend 10 minutes just playing Tetris while skyping my boyfriend?! I mean, who does that? It's rude and it detracts from the limited amount of time I even have with him. Why do I shun people that are only mildly annoying? Where did my years of patient tolerance go? Why am I not as much in touch with my friends even though I would love to be and have all the means? Why am I sloppy and inefficient when I know it won't get me anywhere? Why do I bitch about people I deeply care about? I really need to stop. I need to be worthy of everything I have. 

I regret all these things and then I continue to do them anyway.

I'm full of flaws, full of them. I'm full of unwarranted anxieties and unjustified apathy. And that's why I'm lonely.