This post has been long due. I've been so caught up with all the things that are happening in my life that I seem to have forgotten to do the things that I love. Let me tell you one more thing about myself. I adapt pretty easily. You might say that I am a pushover, I'll just take it as one of my many weaknesses. I tend to agree to what the whole crowd says. I rarely speak out. The reasons are many. Sometimes, I shut up seeing that there is no use whatsoever in arguing, either because the other party is too dumb to comprehend the facts that would be glaring at their faces, or just because I wouldn't have cared enough. Other times I just quietly laugh off the stupid assumptions made by others. I find them to be baseless. I mean, what's the point in arguing with someone who has the brains of a 4 year old and the guts of the one soldier who backed out during the war? Anyway, what I'm trying to tell you is that I chose to put up my thoughts, on varied topics, online, through this blog. And off late, I seem to have neglected doing so.
Well, here I am again. I did start off a blog on WordPress. But I came back here. I find it really hard to let go things. I do not forget anything. My mind just chooses to remember every little detail even though there would be no effort to do so on my part. I've not decided if that is a good thing or not. Yet. Insignificant details are literally just embedded in my brain cells for what, I have no idea. They say that you never really forget anything. You just choose to ignore it. You tend to push it to the deepest part of your memory cabinet and you never go there, unless circumstances call for it.
I was recently talking about unwillingly taking the road of nostalgia to a certain friend of mine. I thought it was a weakness. But then, I was made to realise that without memories, life would be meaningless. I mean, so much for the meaning'ful' life of ours (this is the part where I start mulling over what the hell IS life all about?). But still. Anyway, here's to memories. Good or bad, who cares.