I still haven't found what I'm looking for...

I’m so tired of people being insensitive and inquisitive about Suppi’s condition.

I mean, okay, it’s a big diagnosis, so you’re allowed to ask me questions. But rude, jerky conversations just to satisfy your curiosity are not okay. Not even a “I’m sorry,” or any other follow up asking how my sister is doing. Just brash questions and nothing more.

To be fair, most of my friends and family are very sensitive, always telling me I don’t need to keep repeating myself if I don’t want to.

Like okay, for these people these are just impersonal questions, especially if you don’t know Suppi. But for me and my family, it’s a heart wrenching, emotionally draining situation that we deal with daily. It’s difficult for me to calmly discuss these things, especially when others don’t meet me halfway. People don’t get to feel entitled to questions if they don’t have basic human concern or courtesy.

Driving in Bangalore traffic makes me want to rip my skin off and set myself on fire.

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Gonna force myself to sleep at 1am because I want to slap this douchebag I’m arguing with on Gchat and trying to distract myself with reading isn’t helping.

Also I’ve been so distracted thanks to being angry and cussing that I burned my current batch of oatmeal raisin cookies. Freezing the rest of the batter and I’ll bake more in the morning.

Why do annoying and blatantly sexist people exist oh my god. 

Also I need a refresher course in Hindi/ Kannada cuss words. Swearing in Indian languages is the BEST. No idea why, but it’s so much more satisfying than swearing in English. 

One of the hardest things about readjusting to life in Bangalore is dealing with the fact that it’s become ONE BIG CHIMNEY.

As a nonsmoker, I have to spend most of my time choking on secondhand smoke in cafes and bars (most of which don’t strictly enforce the “no smoking indoors” rule).

Oh, and it’s also fun when I have to censor all my excited dance moves at concerts and clubs to avoid getting burnt by surrounding cigarettes.

Just fan fuckin’ tastic.

I’m getting real tired of this shit. K. 

Disclaimer: To avoid sounding like a total hypocrite, I will admit I used to smoke. But over the course of college, I’ve quit cigarettes and hookahs completely.

This is not to sound holier than thou, I know a LOT of people use smoking as a crutch, and the culture here is definitely quite accepting of the practice. But I always had the courtesy to not subject people to my secondhand smoke, particularly indoors, and I think it’s something everyone should keep in mind. If you’re old enough to smoke, you’re old enough to employ some common courtesy- and common sense. 

Seriously people, this city is polluted enough without your help. 

Some people with pets should learn to be considerate of others’ needs.

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So tired of Facebook ads urging me to join Bharat Matrimony/ Kannada Matrimony etc so I can stop being single and find “the one.”

Jeez Facebook I know I’m single and my biological clock is ticking alright stop this what are you, my Mom?!

Can we all take a moment to appreciate what a bad idea it is to Facebook stalk your ex(es) when you’re depressed at 2am?

Okay that’s all please carry on with your regularly scheduled day. 

Some days are better than others.

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I wish there was some way I could show certain people the enormity of the fuck that I DO NOT GIVE about their problems and the sad, pathetic clusterfucks their lives have become.

Maybe, if you don’t want to be stuck in the same rut, you gotta stop repeating the same mistakes over and over and over.

I’ll come back when you decide to stop sounding like a damn broken record, k? K.

There’s only so many years of bullshit that even I can take. It’s always a bad idea to push people past the limit of their endurance. 

Made the enormous blunder of booking tickets for the night show of Bel Ami tonight… for a family outing. I thought it’d be a nice surprise, because my Mom’s been wanting to catch a movie for a while and my sister just got done with her midterms. 

Yeah. NOPE. Pattinson’s wooden, awkward acting (you seem cool in your interviews and you used to be Cedric I WANT TO LIKE YOU why do you make it so goddamn difficult) is the icing on top of a weird, amorphous, unintelligible cake. 

Also the said cake involves lots of gratuitous, dispassionate sex scenes and sketchy character arcs that make little sense. I need to reserve judgment on the story until I read the book though. 

Guy de Maupassant can do no wrong, if you ask me. The man was a genius. He must be rolling in his grave at this pathetic cinematic adaptation of his work.

However, I digress. 

My Dad fell asleep twenty minutes into the movie and was snoring so loudly that we decided to leave at halftime. Most people walked out earlier.

I don’t think my family’s going to forgive me anytime soon for putting them through this. 

The only saving grace of this movie, which a critic correctly described as ‘the perfect film to cure someone of an obsession with “RPatz,”’ is Uma Thurman, looking flawlessly beautiful in the costumes of a previous era.

Ugh just checked the Rotten Tomatometer and this movie got 28%; I’m not surprised. Why didn’t I check this earlier. WHY.

Spontaneity is overrated. K? K.