Reduced

Okay, so the hand knuckles are cracked, the notepad is open and my fingers are tapping away furiously.. to what end? I've no idea (DO NOT insert Idea Cellular joke here). What do you do when your brain just stops? Of course not literally. If I were that literal, I would be brain dead approximately a million times by now, give or take a few thousand. What do you do when stag-(insert Harry Potter joke here)-nation sets in? How do the professional writers do it? All the time? Churning out new material, one after another? It could be because of the loss of readership. It could be because of highly limited interactions (The only humans I get to talk to these days are my teamies (who can't shut up about code and performance tuning) and my family (who are continuously planning something that's gonna take at least another year (not mine, in case you're wondering))). The other interactions I have are with my computer (which does not talk back), my books (in which all the characters are having way too much fun and adventure), and the tiny little birds which make non-bird-like sounds.

After the major change (yes, I'm talking about when I quit my first ever (no, not first ever, but first major/long-term) job), I've been avoiding everything that involves change. Even the little things, like cutting my hair or buying that new phone that I've been talking about since a million years or just logging into WordBiz. It's not exactly neo-(insert Matrix joke here)-phobia but something that might come pretty close.

What really gets onto my nerves is the bleeding restlessness. The "have to start something" feeling which is not really finding an outlet. The easiest thing to do is get out the drawing sheets and make random (a word I had sworn to avoid using because it is used just too much) lines and curves and ovals and circles and.. you get the idea. That could have been a good hobby but I just don't have the patience to practice. Also, I think I suffer from what I'm going to call startstopmidwayreturnintermittently, because I can't find a good enough word to describe it. The name does say it all. Alas! Patience, I hath not.

And the above non-sense was all that I could write for now. I'll be back, intermittently. I leave you with the extremely non-profound joke that a friend had very rightly recommended that I not crack anywhere else (but haven't you been paying attention? I just don't listen).

Q: What was Edward doing during Sankranthi?
A: Enjoying eLLu Bella