Some people just think the world revolves around them. Period.
There was this girl that I knew or rather “mis-knew“who, was beyond doubt quite good looking, decent at academics and from an affluent family. She was also the kind who was quite emotional. She’d describe even climbing up a stair as a Herculean task if she had done it, otherwise would just pass it off as worthless. She also had a few guys approach her. Well, probably that got to her head. I wouldn’t know nor do I wish to.
The other day, we were having a mundane conversation and I was quite on the listening side. Some people call that to be good. I don’t know. I just asked her how life was though I knew what the reply would be.
“Terrible… really… all these subjects that I study are real tough. I don’t know what to do…”, came the reply.
I offered a simple solution that even a 2 year old would have. “Study of course!”
“I know that dumbass. But you wouldn’t understand. These are tough with a capital T. Just real problems. You don’t know what I’m facing.”
For a moment I thought she was working for NASA. I regretted having opened my mouth to provide a solution. Being a moderate conversationalist seemed like a boon. To divert the talk I asked her how her life was, GENERALLY. Her friends and stuff like that.
“My friends are great! We have this Huuuge group of 6 friends. We have fun that other groups would just be jealous of.”
My group consisted of 8 people and I wasn’t “ecstatic” about it.
“What kind of fun??” Pardon my curious nature.
“Regularly eating out, bunking class, chewing gum during class hours, you know, awesomeness everywhere!!”
Mundane fun magnified. After a search in vain for a reply, I said “hmmm…”
“Also, some of the guys in my class are looking at me and are like… ‘oooo… that girl…who’s she?’ . The guys keep looking at me and talk about me. I know that”
This time I didn’t even want to “hmmm…” a reply.
“I keep getting these mails from these people. It’s like they are tracking me. After a few days, they resend the mails begging me to ‘please respond to the requests’”
I was listening though not intently at the ramblings. Then came the least expected statement.
“The best part is I get these kinds of mails even from girls. I can understand boys. But girls, well… (laughing)”
“Really? What kind of mails? “, I asked.
“When you come home the next time I’ll show you”
A few days later I dropped by. I remembered the mails and asked her about it. She agreed but warned me not to let this out and here I am blogging it. You’ll know why.
We sat in front of the computer and she opened her mail box. Then she grouped the mails that’s she spoke about and then showed them to me.
The subject of the mails read “You have been Tagged”.
There was this girl that I knew or rather “mis-knew“who, was beyond doubt quite good looking, decent at academics and from an affluent family. She was also the kind who was quite emotional. She’d describe even climbing up a stair as a Herculean task if she had done it, otherwise would just pass it off as worthless. She also had a few guys approach her. Well, probably that got to her head. I wouldn’t know nor do I wish to.
The other day, we were having a mundane conversation and I was quite on the listening side. Some people call that to be good. I don’t know. I just asked her how life was though I knew what the reply would be.
“Terrible… really… all these subjects that I study are real tough. I don’t know what to do…”, came the reply.
I offered a simple solution that even a 2 year old would have. “Study of course!”
“I know that dumbass. But you wouldn’t understand. These are tough with a capital T. Just real problems. You don’t know what I’m facing.”
For a moment I thought she was working for NASA. I regretted having opened my mouth to provide a solution. Being a moderate conversationalist seemed like a boon. To divert the talk I asked her how her life was, GENERALLY. Her friends and stuff like that.
“My friends are great! We have this Huuuge group of 6 friends. We have fun that other groups would just be jealous of.”
My group consisted of 8 people and I wasn’t “ecstatic” about it.
“What kind of fun??” Pardon my curious nature.
“Regularly eating out, bunking class, chewing gum during class hours, you know, awesomeness everywhere!!”
Mundane fun magnified. After a search in vain for a reply, I said “hmmm…”
“Also, some of the guys in my class are looking at me and are like… ‘oooo… that girl…who’s she?’ . The guys keep looking at me and talk about me. I know that”
This time I didn’t even want to “hmmm…” a reply.
“I keep getting these mails from these people. It’s like they are tracking me. After a few days, they resend the mails begging me to ‘please respond to the requests’”
I was listening though not intently at the ramblings. Then came the least expected statement.
“The best part is I get these kinds of mails even from girls. I can understand boys. But girls, well… (laughing)”
“Really? What kind of mails? “, I asked.
“When you come home the next time I’ll show you”
A few days later I dropped by. I remembered the mails and asked her about it. She agreed but warned me not to let this out and here I am blogging it. You’ll know why.
We sat in front of the computer and she opened her mail box. Then she grouped the mails that’s she spoke about and then showed them to me.
The subject of the mails read “You have been Tagged”.
6 comments:
There USED TO be a saying that noone knew whats running behind a girl's mind. But these days there have been QUITE A FEW incidents where even the girl doesn't know whats going on. I think this comes under the above category.
Lol Vibu...... very well described! Now, it isnt very uncommon to see ever confused women, is it? ;)
Some people do have it in them to make mountains out of molehills!
Good to see your post!
you've been tagged? who s this mystery lady? :)
@ Chiju
Roger that :)
@ Rakesh
Yeah, as I said, some of them think they are the very centre of earth's attraction wthout knowing they're making a fool of themselves.
@ Vivek
Let the mystery be as it is :D
(lol)^2......... Did u tag her????? :D
@Jayaprasad
If i did, i dont think this post would be here right now :)
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