Baggage in a Relationship (Part 1)

alrright, i am going to type this in rapid mode and not give a fuck about grammar or something because it's already 1 AM and I have to go to office in morning. Oh look, it was 1.03 and now it's 1.23. Time passes quick when you're online on twitter.

Anyway, about relationships.

It's a tricky business. You've to invest a lot in a stranger, but not only that stranger, there are other people who tag along for the ride. It's like taking a journey on a two wheeler with a person you like, but on the way to wherever you're going, this other person decides that they want to take on more persons, but you're stuck with a two wheeler not a four wheeler and when you get a fourwheeler you meet your own people who want to come along for the ride.

That said, if relationships were just about two people, life would be all peachy. But there are others like friends, family, strangers, and almost rest of the world and whoever the fuck, who'd stick a leg in as and when they feel like. Some of these you can't prepare for but others can absolutely be prepared for.

You can prepare for family and friends.

It requires a lot of saying NO.

I know this. No is easy to say, Yes is harder to do.

Good, long lasting relationships are based on a lot of saying NO.

It's okay.

Part two, whenever I feel like it.

Throwing the Baby With the Bathwater

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This is exactly what you should no do while writing a blog post. The headline has nothing to do with the content of this post but I wrote it because it's my blog and because I find it amusing. I have weird sense of humor. That's why I could never become a standup comedian. Also, because I never tried.

Anyway.

Today, we're going to talk about MISERY ADDICTION.

There are sad times in life. You can't control that. If you're a living, breathing human being, shit is going to happen to you. Now you can act or react or whatever the bullshit reaction you have to that shit. BUT, now the interesting thing which happens that you continue to cry over that shit long after it's over. For example, people who get their hearts broken, even when they're in a new relationship, many people continue to blame life n all that jazz over the one that got away.

This is called misery addiction.

The trap of what could've been.

The feeling that you've missed something better. That what you have in your life right now is somehow less and then you've to mop about what was.

And then...and then you see that when you bitch, cry and moan, people are sympathetic.

They are somehow, someway, giving attention to you. You feel empathy. And before you realize it, you're in this trap of misery. YOU ARE ADDICTED TO BEING MISERABLE BECAUSE OHHH FUCCCCCKKK THAT YUMMMY ATTENTION!!

Stop that.

No one cares. They're all laughing at you behind your back. You might think that people are giving attention and being sympathetic, but these are the same people who take a U-turn to look closer when they pass by an accident on the road.

These people are not your friends.

Get out the trap of misery.

Live life like your ass is on fire.

The Awkward Story

This is a real life story.

I had some friends over from another state and they like, totally spoke another language. I  had no idea what those 3 were talking among themselves, and I was tasked with treating them for lunch. So,  being a good host, i took them for lunch. I knew they were in the city to meet on of their  friends, but I had no knowledge about the said friend. Do you see where this is going? It gets weirder.

So we order, we're eating, and we're almost done eating when a couple walks in the place where we were eating. A cute girl and another guy. In my company, one of the guys looks the couple who just walked in, stares for maybe two seconds more than normal and resumes eating. He tells me after a few seconds that he wants to leave from that place.

But I was in total good host mode. I told him to sit the fuck down and eat some more because I didn't want to be called a bad host by elders who might think that I sent their kids half hungry and thirsty. So i ordered drinks for the 3, who kept talking in their language, which I had no problem with, because whatever they were discussing was their problem.

There was some electricity in their talk but being the gracious host, I ignored that electricity. After those buggers asked me two-three times more to leave, I allowed them and we all left. One of the guys looked slightly shaken but I thought it was the food. So I ignored it. Left them at the bus stand so they could take a bus back to their place.

Now, the story behind the scenes that I got to know some time later. One of the guys was in town to meet his girlfriend and after meeting her, they all met me for lunch. And while we were eating, the couple who walked in was his girlfriend with some other guy.

The girl dumped the guy who was eating with me by the evening of that day because she was simply caught cheating.

Shit happens, eh.