Audio Rant.

Parents are in the next room watching Cricket and I am here lying. I am not a big fan of scripts and right now I just want to *yawn* say whatever I want, which won’t be much.

I can’t believe some people think feminism is this evil thing. They are entitled to their opinion. But why? Who told you that? (Background: All of a sudden a motor bike started making noise and that annoyed me)Sh*t. Just now I read this post about a guy who didn’t like the fact that women said they had a voice because he didn’t believe that id they didn’t experience the pain, they shouldn’t HAVE to speak up for it. What the f? I haven’t experienced poverty and I can’t speak up for it?

Some people are messed up. They think just because you aren’t experiencing pain other women go through, why are you complaining? Yeah. Like those women aren’t humans and just because I am a women who didn’t experience what they did, it makes it less important to speak up for it.

I am quite addictedย  to the internet. All day I am on it. I pass the whole day on it and then all of a sudden I look at the clock and think, “What the f? How did so much time

They have VEINS! Credit:

pass by?”

I think plants feel pain. When we tear a leaf or cut them. Because plants have veins, too.I will show a picture in this post.

I really don’t have a script, I really don’t know what to say (Mon’s note: I am lazy! Accept me for me! XD). I guess that’s the beauty of it.

Spontaneity. Or is it spontaneousness?

I don’t really speak much. I need alone time…alone. To recharge. Sometimes after talking a lot (I feel tired) especially after recording I am speaking a lot and when I am talking to people, I don’t even talk this much. I become so tired (from talking) and I think, “Oh my gosh! I have contacted the external…stuff; I talked!” And I wasn’t thinking and that makes me real tired. I don’t know how other people can go on and on about all this shit. Talking about what they ate, what they did….shit. I don’t mind it, I just don’t know. When someone talks I expect them to bear their soul. I don’t do that, but when someone does it I feel comfortable to do it too!

I recently;y learnt about narcissism-stuff. And I saw this video and I think the man is a narcissist (Mon’s note: I won’t mention that guy, what if he comes after me? :o). This stuff is crazy. I love Dr. Phill.

Have you heard of blogger-crush? A crush on a blogger you’ve never seen before? Yeah. I’ve had it. It’s crazy. This blogger is a GREAT writer and Wow.I won’t mention is name. OoooOOoo! (Why did I make this noise?)

I was just thinking about how big our ego is because we don’t support the teachers, the surgeons, the doctors in this country like we support the cricketers. I myself get excited when I watch cricket but then I try to remind myself that this is just a bunch of kids from our country who train themselves to play against others kids from another country That doesn’t mean the whole nation succeeded. Our nation is still a developing country. Unless those cricketers donate to charity, I don’t think much good comes of it.We don’t show much support to the ones who do actual good to the society. We just try to live vicariously through the cricketers and think we are actually doing something with our lives by watching a bunch of kids play.

I am tired. I can’t speak anymore. Introvert needs to rest!


40 thoughts on “Audio Rant.

  1. zukiii says:

    Haha I love this post and how you go seem to ramble but say so much, actually! Love your thoughts on cricket, I’m a big fan and have never thought about it the way you do…

  2. miusho says:

    Random is totally random… But fun to read/listen. ๐Ÿ˜€
    And yeah, introverts need recharge time after this kind of stuff.. But it helps for you to talk more. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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