Desperate much or bored much?

So, its been long since I actually wrote something here. Just busy in my world of nothingness. But today I ended up re-writing my ABOUT  page.

I hope it doesn’t says…

I’m cool follow me, maybe?

Here incase you have not much to do today:

https://littlemissobsessivesanatomy.wordpress.com/about/ 

Little is allergic to weddings…!!!!

So, if you know me then you also know how hard it is for me to be in a wedding. I don’t like going to weddings not just cause they are too loud and crowded (BTW- Indian weddings are fun if you are not me), but also cause you (me) have to talk to relatives you (me) avoid all the time.

I’m so allergic to weddings that I often end up with symptoms like panic attacks or anxiety or simple Hulk syndrome, where all I want to do is turn green and make that legendary hole-in-wall punch.

Relatives- How are you? How’s it going? What are you doing lately? You never visit or call? When are you getting married? You have to get married now and give us chance to come to your wedding.

Me- Im fine. How are you? Working same place ( where I’ve been working for past 8 years). Just busy. (All the while smiling, looking around for an excuse to escape and working hard to not explode with the invisible panic attacks.)

In short, I’m not a fan of weddings. Nope, don’t like dressing up, have no answers to any questions from uncles and aunts who are probably busy wondering how awesome their daughter or son is compared to me, do not like the loud Punjabi music that I need a dictionary for and, yep, I definitely do not enjoy being the prey for those gazing around, like a hawk to tear me up, with those you-are-next eyes.

Voices – Ahem!
Me- What?
Voices- Dude point
Me- Oh! Yeah. Point is I went for a wedding today, got bored as usual but I clicked a nice picture. Cool right?
Voices (rolling eyes)- images-rolling eyes

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“It’s Almost Friday” is the new “Be Positive”…!!!!

There is this Mexican intern in Gotham and every time we are low or exhausted with those where-is-the-weekend eyes, she always smiles and says “It’s almost Friday”…and she asks us to repeat the same. At first, just for fun sake we would started teasing each other“It’s almost Friday” and then i realized that it kind of does work.

It’s like she gave me this amazing mantra; every time I’m losing patience at Gotham or have one of those i-want-to-be-alone-in-my-room days i kind of tell myself ‘Dude, its almost Friday’ and then i go back to work of staring at the screen. Next thing i know, its actually end of the week.