Its a Tuesday like any other. Except maybe for the fact that its my
birthday. Come to think of it, the day I was born twenty something
years ago was also a Tuesday. Not like it matters one way or another.
Birthdays are supposed to feel special. Or are they? I can't say that
I feel any different apart from the fact that I had a hundred
emails/facebook posts/tweets/TXTs to respond to and delete. Then there
is the awkward situation where some of your colleagues/friends don't
realize its your birthday until later in the day. Only then, its too
late to wish you a happy birthday and they try to skip it with the
help of an embarrassing monologue or just pretending they had already
wished you.
I'd like to think that I'm an observer of human behaviour and a good
one at that. I like documenting (in my head), the little
idiosyncrasies and OCD induced actions that a lot of us subconsciously
subscribe to. But more on that later. I tend to get turned off by any
thing/idea/film/book/website/person/animal/alien/etc/etc.. that
everyone just LOVES. The so called 'fanboy' syndrome. Whether in
sports, movies or life in general.. I HATE FADs.
Come to think of it, I'm no different or similar to anyone really. A
popular cliche comes to mind that says "you're unique, just like
everyone else". I like Moby's definition better in the song that says
"We're all made of stars". It means deep down we're all just space dust.
For the moment, all I know is.. I'm one of them.