Monday, 21 April 2014

Reality is awful

I used to think growing up would be so cool, I would finally make decisions on my own.
And now that I have kind of grown up,  I have to make decisions on my own!
I have, of course, realised that it is not as glamorous as the thirteen year old me had thought.
We actually have to pause Doctor Who and make decisions, not involving KFC (most of the time), I did not sign up for this.
Reality is scary, and perhaps the scariest part is that you can't turn to your mother and ask her to make everything right. Apparently in 'Reality' it does not work like that.
Did I mention that I hate reality.
Life in fantasy is so much cooler, right? In it, I'm already a successful writer, with my books being turned into major movies, married to Shahrukh Khan, I have my own bookstore and scientists have developed a non fattening yet same tasting KitKat Chunky.
Stupid reality seeps in and soon you're talking about resumés, internships and *shudder* jobs.
I have come to loath the mere mention of the word resumé. 
I know, I know. We have to work hard to achieve our dreams and all that. But why can;t I just sit in my room, covered in a blanket and watch The Middle on a marathon, and have everything handed to me on a silver platter?
I'll settle for a normal, non silver platter too, Universe. Just saying.
I wish we could just shut our eyes and get transported into the future. I hate this middle part. Waiting for replies from companies, the horrible anticipation, the dejection and the 'Reality'.
Reality is mean. It shows you the mirror, brutally and honestly, which we do not appreciate (obviously). Reality showed me that I'm not the next J.K Rowling that people would read anything I write, that I'm not the only twenty year old who has opinions and fairly good writing skills (modesty!)
I hate people who say 'Reality Check' and then proceed to trample your dreams beneath their cruel feet. You maybe content with Reality, but not everybody is (by everybody, I mean me)
Reality check that!
I don't know what that was supposed to mean.
See, in my fantasy, I can say anything and it would be funny. In reality, I'm very lame.
I had to learn this truth the hard way.
Reality may not be that bad always, but it is sure not very rosy when you're a twenty year old student, on the brink of 'grown-up'hood, looking to find your place in the world, it is at this time when fantasy helps you get through the brutal reality, keeping you sane and preferably keeping you from pulling out all your hair out of frustration. It is not a good look.
Reality is also kind of boring. There are no unicorns in reality *gasp*...nor is there Santa *glass shattering*
I know, it's  hard to take it seriously, coming from a girl who still wishes for a Hogwart's letter (despite knowing that I'm obviously not eleven anymore), or a skinny man to show up with his TARDIS. It does not help that I address these letters to an imaginary friend who is French, on top of that.
Reality shouldn't always be stark. There should be a dichotomy (it's my new favourite word) between Reality and Fantasy.
What is our fantasy, need not be our reality, but what is our reality should be our fantasy.
Once again I have no idea what I just said. It sounded deep in my head.
So with that embarrassing closing line, I bid thee farewell for now.
Till the next time.
River Targaryen

Sunday, 23 February 2014

'Living My Life To The Fullest' EXPLAINED

Who decides what is cool and what is not cool and what is the right way to live your life to the fullest?
I was under the apparently wrong impression that it was you, not you as in you Henri, but each individual who decided his or her own definition of cool and what it means to live your life to the fullest.
I have not met a single person who hasn't told me that I need to, and I quote, 'Get out more and experience new things, so that I don;t waste my life'.
I can't even begin to express how much this statement boils my blood. 
These so called, self confessed, life coaches think that they have cracked the great DaVinci code on how to live life fully and they are now qualified to preach us mere mortals on how to live.
These preachings generally contain the following commandments:

  • Thou shall talk to new people
  • Thou shall try adventure sports
  • Thou shall get over all your fears in one day, so that I can feel good about myself
  • Thou shall make hasty decisions, because 'Hell! YOLO!'
  • Thou shall stop spending all your time cooped inside the house reading, or watching Doctor Who.
These commandments go on, but this is the basic gist of it. I get it, living your life to the fullest is good, but who has decided the parameters of 'Living Your Life To The Fullest'? Isn't it up to the said 'You'?

I am sorry, I do not think risking my life and jumping off a cliff with a man made safety contraption is 'Living My Life To The Fullest'. I don't think that not taking anything seriously or not committing to one thing makes me cooler and therefore living my life to the fullest.
'Living Your Life To The Fullest' entails doing what makes you happy, and not making anybody else's life miserable. 
I am not stopping you from jumping off of airplanes and hiking mountains, but then I expect the same courtesy from you, to not judge me when I choose to spend my life doing what I like.
I can rant like this forever, but I won't. Because I know you've already drifted off to staring at whatever Tom Hiddlestone picture you were staring at.
Till  next time.
River Targaryen

PS: Here's a picture of Tom Hiddlestone to make up for the ranting.