The Death of Coherence (1/2)

There are a few things in life I have suddenly become quite adept at. The first of them involves staring at a blank document, and quite easily filling them up with words that suddenly make sense. Mostly it's just long sentences and fancy words, but I now find it quite easy to write a 500 word piece, in maybe, 15 minutes, tops.

I, of course, attribute it to my job. My job requires I write. It also requires I photograph. But mostly, write. So that's what I do when I receive my monthly assignments. I get the topic, I stare at a blank Word document for roughly 10 minutes, and before I know it, I have already finished about 1/3rd of the assignment.

Distractions abound a plenty. Earlier, my number one distraction was Facebook. But as time passed, and after a billion layout changes, I just grew weary of this website. Of course, I will also give credit to the people on my Facebook for my disinterest in the website. You see, the people on my Facebook are, to put it lightly, moronic. Too put it harshly, they are a bunch of buffoons, and I find retarded monkeys more coherent than they are.

My anger stems from the fact that most of these people just do not know how to spell, or construct a sentence that makes sense. To support my 'bunch of buffoons' theory, I present you with the following proof:

1. wer u made all dis stffs?
2. woz dat???
3. If a "HUG" represents how much "I Love You"... I would Hold "YOU" in My Arms "FOREVER"....♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
4. The mst depressed moment in ur life is nt wen u r sad, its wen u hve lots to tell bt u dnt find tht spl 1 to hear u

By now, I'm sure I've lost whatever reading audience I had. I apologize. But put yourselves in my shoes for a bit. This is what is sprinkled all over my timeline. Every day. It's either insane emo-ness, or grammar, and thereof, that leaves me dumbfounded.

I thought of quitting several times, but social networking is a crutch, and it is very difficult to let go. But most importantly, if I quite Facebook, I would never know my friend's birthday. That shit is important.

Since I could not go on any longer on Facebook, I turned to twitter. But more on that in my next post. Till then, stay pretty.

...Did I die?

Hi.

We've gone through this before. This is where I tell you I haven't died, I'm still alive, just been neglecting the blog.

I'm sorry, I really am. I just wish I had something to write about. There was a time when I couldn't go a day without blogging. Now it takes me days to think up a topic, and weeks to actually get down to writing them down. I do have ideas, but I just don't know how to execute them. So many blog posts have gone down the drain because I felt they were extremely useless.

Should I just say goodbye, and let you get on with your lives? Is anyone even waiting for another post from me? I don't know. I do know that I miss you all. Extremely.

Till I see y'all again,

Iggy.

30 Days of Me - Day 4

Day 4 – Your favorite photograph of your best friend.

So here's a photo of my best, and only, friend in the world - R. I've hidden her face cause she isn't to fond of being in the public eye, quite unlike me.

In fact, there is very little R and I have in common. She likes music that makes me cringe, I like music things that make her go WTF. We abuse each other, and share our love for alcohol quite equally. When we are hanging out, you will almost always find us laughing the loudest, telling the crudest stories.

I love R because she gets me like no one else in this world. I can be myself, speak my mind, even fight with her, and she's always going to be by my side. We have had our share of problems, but we've always bounced back from them. Cause we cool like.

Right now, both of us are caught up terribly with work, and find it really hard to keep in touch. But we've never been that 'OMG YOU FORGOT ME!' sort. We cool.

So, so cool.

P.S. Yes, we were both horribly drunk in this photograph. *hic*

30 Days of Me - Day 3

Day 3 – Your idea of the perfect first date.

The reason it took me this long to get to this post is, because, I really had to think about it. First dates hold such significance, and to tell you the truth, I have never given this a lot of thought. I am, and always have been, an 'in-the-moment' sort of person, and I enjoy spontaneity.

Regardless, I thought about it, and if my potential future first date is reading this, here's what I would like you to do.

1. Call me up at 4 in the morning. Ask me how I am. Get me confused. Ask me out. I am most likely to say yes.

2. Take me to a place I have never been before. Take me to a place where there are a lot of things, of different kinds.

3. Let me get a chance to know you. Talk to me about your favourite book. Engage in banter.

4. Take me to coffee. Don't speak to me when the food arrives, but look at me.

5. Smile like you mean it. Tell me I am beautiful. Watch me change into 9 different shades of red.

6. Drop me home. Don't expect a kiss. But if I lean in for one, don't hesitate and kiss me.

And that's it. Such a low-maintenance girl I am.

Future date, you don't have to follow this list to the T.

Remember, I like surprises.