I haven’t been abducted by the aliens that feast on lazy, exhibiting highly procrastinating behaviour sort of humans. I haven’t been taken underground and sucked into a mafia either. Did I get run over by a monster truck? As much as I’d like it to happen, NOPE.

I’ve just been hit by a serious case of ‘I’ll write later’. Ive heard it’s especially deadly in humans that age. Basically, it’s natural. Only that I’ve been having exaggerated symptoms. Sad lyf, indeed.

Even though it’s been a couple of months since my last post went up, I feel like it’s been ages since I last wrote. And understanding why I felt so even though I’ve drafted a few pieces here and there over these past months, has been a little bit of an eye opener.

I haven’t been myself.

Well, I have been myself but just not through my writing.

Change is inevitable, they say. (I don’t know who ‘they’ is but I hate that ‘they’re’ always friggin’ right.) And damn right it is. Even though you know something big is going to hit you, you (in this case, me. Of course, I always have to make everything about me, Samantha!) just stand there, arms folded, toes tapping, challenging the onset of the storm that’s going to knock you down no matter how prepared you are. Some people just never learn. *facepalm*

So, that was me. For the past six/seven months, dealing with the biggest changes I’ve ever had to deal with. And mind you, I knew this was coming. I totally knew it was coming. I waited a year for it to happen and maybe that’s why, I at least managed to keep my sanity all while going down.

I haven’t gotten it in the bag. Nope. While this may look like a cry of self pity or wallowing or just desperation to understand why I’ve been slacking at life, it’s none of the above.

Adapting to change, being a staunch believer in ‘no change, no drama’, has been a bit of a task. (Now, my usage of ‘bit’ isn’t by actual definition a ‘bit’. It’s huge!) It has been a process to not have meltdowns with icecream tubs in my hand. (Maybe because I’m lactose intolerant I haven’t seen those kind of nights.) I’ve managed to not have sleepless nights, thankfully. (But then again, sleeping like I’m getting paid for it in 7 figures has never been a problem for me.)

Now all of this may seem like I’ve handled the biggest change in my life pretty darn well and very much like a grown up. And I’d like to think I have but let’s be real here, it’s me. Me and grown up can never be in the same sentence unless it’s something like “Anya, I wish you acted a little more like a grown up.” (See?)

Change 1: Moved to another city 6.5 hours away from home.

Change 2: Had the task of making a completely new set of friends. (Oh yeah, the 19 years I spent in my town, I always had someone I knew along with me which is why this was tougher.) And a new personal life is always scary but with challenges also comes satisfaction of kicking it’s ass. All in all, a change has happened. A big one at that.

Change 3: I have an actual bank account and I’m dealing with actual money that comes out of an actual ATM and there are chances of me losing the card and typing in the wrong amount or being attacked in the cubicle and my parents would never know until it came in the news the next morning.

Those are some pretty huge things aside from the fact that I now also am being called an ‘adult’. (If that doesn’t scare you then I respect how mature you’ve grown to be. Congratulations. I’m still used to ‘1 teaspoon 3 times a day: toddlers’ on my cough syrup. I don’t like being told to follow ‘2 teaspoons 3 times a day for adults’)

But, that being said, I’ll survive. I’ve just got to because I’ve needed this change long enough to fit in. As much as growing up is a scary concept, it is also unavoidable. So, the only best bet I have or anyone has is to strap yourself in nicely and brace yourself for the ride.

It isn’t going to be easy. Work will never be over. You’re always chasing after something. Always. We’re only humans. I’m just hoping you and I make conscious effort to chase after all the the right things. Conquering bigger is the plan. Not conquering a lot of stuff that lose meaning as you grow older. And even if that means you’ve got to work your butt off, move half way across the globe, make or lose friends, get screwed over by multiple things all at the same time, believing that it’s all for something helps you throw it out to the universe that you’re ready for something big. (There’s your Monday motivation!)

And that’s how I know, I’ll survive.

Balance is key.

Balance is the goal for now.

It’s not easy and I’m not going to be able to gain that overnight but I’d have conquered something big that can’t be taken away easy. Worth the mental breakdowns no one sees. Worth the disturbed sleep. Worth every bit of strain it takes.

Big things are bound to happen to anyone that’s willing to work for it. And I’m hoping you find it in you to push past a cloudy day and be the own goddamn sun.

Here’s hoping I balance school and everything else. This site is my love child. (If my often on a break brain and my pathetic sense of humour made a child, it’d be this site.) It’s about time I realise this is my only escape if I want one at a hands reach and immediately.

Until our time meets again,




We’re all a little broken

Heck, we’re all a lot broken

Such sharp edged glistening pieces

That can never be put back together.

Time and again, we bleed

Bleeding with tears and words, just the same

These edges are daggers

Daggers straight to the heart.

But it’s okay, love

There’ll come someone bandaging every wound

Lessening a pain you never knew remained

Our broken shards of a past digging into clean skin of a future.

Maybe that’s how we’ll write our stories

The two of us hurting together

But knowing every wound is healing

Is a far greater relief as opposed to it deepening.

And for this, we’ll love

Just to save ourself

From fresh wounds that threaten to spill

But ones that no longer will.


How do you know?

How do you know your system will handle the million pieces your heart is in

Each piece with a cut edge, piercing and puncturing, wounding you

Love ain’t easy, beautiful

Love never was and never will be

But here I am, putting everything on hold

Putting everything I’ve got on line

My heart, stone cold after all these years of fear

Melts into steaming liquid metal

I’ve pulled down walls I’d raised

I’ve let all of my guards down

Not for you, not because I no longer fear hurting

But because I’m letting myself crash and burn

It’s a good burn, I’ve been told

One that’ll give you warmth, just enough to strike and make a mark

Call me a moth attracted to flame

A deer in headlights, unmoving, unready

But I’m still there, dripping ego in hand

Waiting for the gut wrenching blow

Knowing it’ll come after every happy thought

Letting poison run free and wild
Every current more electrifying than the previous

But here I am, putting everything on hold

Putting everything I’ve got on line.


Hello, there.

A ridiculously long time, no see. My apologies since life had me dancing on my tippy toes, in a garish dress, doing twirls on my already sore feet. Put simpler, I’ve just gotten myself into college and although it’s taken close to about four months of complete absence from here, it feels like half a lifetime. In my defence, I’ve been to hell and back with getting to where I’ve gotten because let me just tell you, word from the wise, Indian education aside, the process of getting yourself into professional colleges have to be one of the worst kinds of experiences you could ever have.

Let me break that down. It’s been a year since I had decided I was going to take a year off and stay at home to study for my Undergraduate medical exam, more commonly called NEET in India. Ever since then, it hasn’t been easy. With every decision, you’re always going to have opinions from people that usually don’t matter but somehow the timing at which they deliver, has to be applauded. Just when you’re down in the dumps, they show up and add a pile of stanky, solid shit. More often that not, wriggling out of that space is a lot easier said than done but c’est la vie. Nothing comes easy. Along with the ‘unwanted opinions’ I’ve had to hear along this journey I’d begun, there was also the added pressure of having to get somewhere. While I needn’t have treated it as my last chance to get into  Med school, because apparently we can have about three chances to write the exam, it seemed like this year was the only chance I’d have if I wanted to begin earning at a particular age. (I’ve always been a rigid person, sorry not sorry.)

So, back to where I was trying to make a point, these past four months have particularly been the hardest and the most testing phase of my life so far. You know it’s been a shitty ass few months because of all the breakouts I’ve been having. Just call me scar face. While I don’t appreciate being put through shit when everything could’ve been done a lot easier and a lot smoother instead of me having to wait past 2 on one day and well into the late evening on another day JUST to admit myself into a college I’d already been assigned, I’ve gotten to a point where looking back is scary. Scary because up until now, I’d never thought I was going anywhere. I’d only been doing everything everyone else was. I ‘went with the flow’. These past 12 months, now that I’m putting it down in solid material as opposed to it floating about in my head, have given me enough to believe I’d been doing something for myself.

Getting into Med School has been a dream since I was 12ish and having gotten here, everything else seems measly and hardly countable as opposed to finally being able to do what I’ve wanted and given a clean slate to begin dreaming again.

I’ve only just freshly snapped out of my trance and so, it’ll take me a while to pen down the whole journey which you can hold me against my word, I will, eventually. Since I’ve been vocal about pretty much everything, either directly or indirectly, that’s happened over the past year and a half since joining here, I knew I owed it to myself and to anyone that cares enough to read this, an explanation to why I’ve been MIA.

Your girl’s back and while I’m still struggling with writer’s block even before I’ve begun, we’re revamping this ish up a little since I feel the change coming. Summer’s coming, y’all.

Until our time meets again,


Also, I admit this swerved from the usual tone I have in my writing but it’s kinda hard to make something as gratifying as finally being able to live my dream, funny. Trust me, I attempted going the funny route with this one but I gagged forty times just by the thought of putting pathetically crafted jokes out there. But my inappropriate ‘humour’ is hardly containable so that’s not stopping anytime soon.

Have a great day, y’all.


Here’s hoping I get paid decently for doing this.

Fun fact: my sister’s that weird person that collects literally anything she sees. (No, I swear.) I’ve never fully understood how collecting matchboxs and feathers (Amongst other things) will ever help apart from burning down an ex’s ego or something but to each his own right? (Let’s just for a second touch on the fact she’s extremely allergic to both of those. Now that we know she’s a little crazy in the head, let’s move on.) On a serious note, not so surprisingly, she’s very much (A little too obnoxiously) into numismatics and philately. If anyone, also interested in currency hoarding, likes to strike up a conversation with her or exchange currency or barter (?) or even just want to show off to her and rile her up, I’ll leave her links down below. Hit her up! (If she hunts you down and spears you in the middle of your sleep and no one ever finds your collection………..)

It’s not easy living with her, alright? I reckon it’s not easy being her friend either because she will drive you up the wall if she ever comes to hear you’ve been to a place she’s never been and there’s a chance she can grab a few notes and coins here and there from you. But, ever since I heard that half of her collection can pay for three of my weddings (I’m a simple woman.) I’ve been sucked into this little (Little by actual definition because she’s tiny. Miniature, if you may.) world of hers. In my defense, it’s taken such a lot of self control to not spend all the Indian currency she has. (Slow claps to myself.)

Anyway, here are a few of the currencies she’s been collecting over the past 15 years. I believe she has a few extra currencies which if you’re willing to trade with her with a few of your own (It’s got to be a win-win here, okay?) she’d gladly hand pack your package and seal it with a kiss. I kid you not.

The following pictures include currencies she’s willing to trade while some are just on here  for aesthetics, ya feel? But if you’re feeling nice, she’d gladly accept currency you’d like to provide to her collection even if you don’t collect any yourself and trading your currency with ones she’s willing to give may mean nothing to you.

A few of her world currencies she stole from people.
Notes you can dunk in water without a problem aka polymer notes aka the next big thing.
She’ll give you one of these if you give her a bag of yours. Fair trade.
Pre monetization notes (Raghuram Rajan, Governor 2013-2016) AND post monetization currencies. FUN FACT: She collects Indian currencies according to the Governors so anyone with a note having Manmohan Singh’s signature (Governor 1982-1985) and willing to trade please drop her a message or contact her.
Since she’s currently residing in China for the next year and a half, anyone in need of Chinese currency, let her/me know.

Side note: someone please help me with my writer’s block. The struggle is real.

Until our time meets again,


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Facebook: Karen Abraham

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I know, I know! Such original, Anya. (Sigh!) But what you gonna do?

If you don’t already know, this is something of a craze right now with Vogue. (Gotta shout them out because if there’s even a remote possibility, I don’t want to get my ass sued.) I personally enjoy these videos so very much because one thing, I’m a creep that likes to see the insides of everyone’s house (Interiors have always been a fascination to me) and B, what’s not fun about getting interviewed, even though you’re not the one being interviewed. I like hearing stuff, alright? I’m a very prying person. It’s not something I’m extremely proud of but it hasn’t killed knowing stuff about other people so I got NO COMPLAINTS.

Anyway, since no one has yet reached out to interview me, (Which I think is a shame because people are missing out on solid gold) I decided for myself that I would question myself, and answer them myself. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

I’ll put a link below if you want to check out the site I got the questions from. Since it’s going to be a fairly lengthy post, if I were you, I’d grab some cheese poprcorn. (The best of its kind)

You’ve been warned.

  1. What’s your favourite movie?

White Chicks. The Father of the Bride. The Princess Diaries. (You’d think I’d have a serious list but I don’t. I enjoy teen flicks with predictable endings, okay?)

  1. Favourite movie in the past five years?

Gravity. Tanu Weds Manu. (I can’t choose single things like that. I’m sorry.)

  1. Favourite Hitchcock film?

Which is worse? Not knowing what those movies are or confusing them with Hancock and wondering when the sequel came out? I’m a little thick, I know.

  1. A book you plan on reading?

How To Be A Bawse- Lilly Singh. (Wheeeeee it’s on its way already.)

  1. A book that you read in school that positively shaped you?

The complexity of these questions are something I hadn’t foreseen. I should feel stupid saying Famous Five shaped me but what can you do? Julian and Dick were pretty strong characters. George had me written all over her, minus the dog but recently, I seemed to have taken a liking for a stray near my house so I think that’s saying something. Anne’s homey character is also something ……….. I need to get my head straight and stop reading kids books.

  1. Favourite TV show that’s currently on?

Modern Family. (The absence of taped laughing in the background that usual comedic shows have gives me freedom to laugh at whatever and not be compelled to laugh only when there’s a funny scene happening. I can’t be the only one having that kind of pressure, can I?)

  1. On a scale of one to ten how excited are you about life right now?

About a 6. A little over the centre of balance.

  1. iPhone or Android?

iPHONE. The wonders you can do with it. Text and call expensively, DAMN!

  1. Twitter or Instagram?

Instagram. The lesser the talking, the better.

  1. Who should EVERYONE be following right now?

If you thought I wasn’t going to say me, we’ve got some serious catching up to do, haven’t we, darlin’?

  1. What’s your favourite food?

Pizzas and burgers and chicken and cheese. Everything that adds to my rolls.

  1. Least favourite food?

Vegetables. (How predictable was that?)

  1. What do you love on your pizza?

Cheese and chicken. (Now, how predictable was THAT?)

  1. Favourite drink?

I’m a little too basic even for my liking but water!

  1. Favourite dessert?

Mum’s custard and jelly. LIFE FRICKIN’ CHANGING!

  1. Dark chocolate or milk chocolate?

Milk chocolate.

  1. Coffee or tea?

Neither. (Never needed either to pump me up since I’m on an all time high.)

  1. What’s the hardest part about being a mum?

Sacrifice. I wouldn’t know first hand, obviously, but I know there’s a lot of sacrifice you got to do being a mum. And put up with attitude ALL THE TIME. (My kids better be ready for minimal sacrifices and eating their own crap because I’m taking none of that.)

  1. What’s your favourite band?

DNCE. (They had me when they named a song toothbrush.)

  1. Favourite solo artist?

Camila Cabello right now. Subject to change over time.

  1. Favourite song?

Question- Alex Aiono.

  1. If you could sing a duet with anyone, who would it be?

Celine Dion. (I don’t even know why which is super weird. But I totally see myself singing next to her.)

  1. If you could master one instrument, what would it be?


  1. If you had a tattoo, where would it be?

On my nape.

  1. To be or not to be?

To be. (An arse.)

  1. Dogs or cats?

Both depending on whether I need attention (Dogs) or just plain ignorance (Cats).

  1. Bird-watching or whale-watching?

Bird watching because I have whales chillin’ in tubs around my house already.

  1. Best gift you’ve ever received?

A scrabble board. (Gave way to fun family Sundays.)

  1. Best gift you’ve ever given?

I wrote a letter to a friend on her birthday when I could’ve just messaged her. (If I were her, I’d worship me for doing something like that considering I remembered that she likes reading letters. Sometimes, ones that aren’t even sent to her. The creep!)

  1. Last gift you gave a friend?

A couple others pooled in money and gave my bestfriend a bunch of things. That count?

  1. What’s your favourite board game?


  1. What’s your favourite country to visit?

Mauritius. (I know my sister is reading this and I want to direct this right at her for asking a friend of hers to accompany her instead of me. You have disappointed me and violated the Sister Code, beast.)

  1. What’s the last country you visited?

The one I’ve always lived in.

  1. What country do you wish to visit?

Oh snap! Considering I haven’t gotten out of my country, yet, I answered 32 wrong. But, consider it the same answer.

  1. What’s your favourite colour?


  1. Least favourite colour?

Puke Green.

  1. Diamonds or pearls?

Diamonds. (Need that bling.)

  1. Heels or flats?

Flats because I value my face and my head and heels don’t consider those when I have them on and stumble on literally nothing but air.

  1. Pilates or yoga?

Pilates because it’s a lot more fun to say ‘I just had a pilates class’ than to say ‘Namaste. I just saluted the sun on one leg.’

  1. Jogging or swimming?


  1. Best way to de-stress?


  1. If you had one superpower, what would it be?

Actual magic.

  1. What’s the weirdest word in the English language?


  1. What’s your favourite flower?


  1. When was the last time you cried?

I don’t even remember. But I know it was recent because I, unlike most, have a heart.

  1. Do you like your handwriting?

Only, sometimes; when I’m feeling fancy and write like I’m writing to the Queen.

  1. Do you bake?

Nope! I’m hazardous as it is without kitchen utensils and heat/fire.

  1. What is your least favourite thing about yourself?

The fingers on my right hand. (They’re a little worn out.)

  1. What is your most favourite thing about yourself?

I can make you feel comfortable no matter how hard I hate you. I will always help if you can’t help yourself but I’m also super petty when I want to be so don’t mess with me.

  1. Who do you miss most?

My grandfather.

  1. What are you listening to right now?

Question – Alex Aiono.

  1. Favourite smell?

My freshly washed hair. (It’s safe to imagine me smelling my wet hair for a good three minutes after I get out of bath. I do that kind of stuff, yes,)

  1. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?

My best friend from school.

  1. Who was the last person you sent a text to?

My sister.

  1. A sport you wish you could play?

I love basketball and given that it’s been a hot second that I’ve held one in my hand, I’d like to play basketball. (Also, to get into the NBA spirit the right way.)

  1. Hair colour?


  1. Eye colour?

Brown. Sometimes baby pink in sunlight. (Kidding.)

  1. Scary film or happy endings?

Happy endings for sure. (Fun fact: I’ve never sat through a whole scary movie. I never sit down for one if I can help it. But if I’m forced to, the few minutes that I do manage to watch, I’d have thrashed seven people unconscious.)

  1. Favourite season?

Summer if it rains in the night. Or Monsoon if it’s hot during the day. (What’s this season called?)

  1. Three people alive or dead that you would like to have dinner with?

Michelle Obama (She cool!), JK Rowling (It might be the only chance I get to ask her, ‘WAS IT REALLY NECESSARY TO KILL SIRIUS AND FRED? HUH?’ and also while I’m at it to plead her to write a prequel around James and Lily in school.) and Kim Kardashian (I did get the idea off of the person I got these questions from but thinking about it, I’ve always watched Keeping Up With The Kardashians and I like how their dinners go. Also, why in hell would I pass up the opportunity of probably being filmed?

  1. Hugs or kisses?

Hugs. (Kisses from a select few, maybe.)

  1. Rolling Stones or the Beatles?


  1. Where were you born?

Gundulpet. (Another fun fact because not a lot of people that ACTUALLY know me in real life know.)

  1. What is the farthest you have been from home?

Manali, maybe? Or maybe a little farther but I can’t remember.

  1. Sweet or savoury?


  1. Lipstick or lip gloss?

Lipstick considering lip gloss gets everywhere if my hair’s left loose which it usually is.

  1. What book have you read again and again?

The first book of Twilight. (What was I thinking?) And I’ll still read it, again. (There is something seriously wrong with me.)

  1. Favourite bedtime story?

Teddy Tales and Kitten Tales. (I had to read myself to sleep and these were bomb.)

  1. What would be the title of your autobiography?

Living, kicking butt and striving. (The name’s already a best seller, innit?)

  1. Favourite sound?

This is a question I’ll give actually thought to after I’m done with this. For now, I have no idea but I’ll figure it out if that’s THE last thing I do.

  1. Favourite animal?

Pandas. I watch an unhealthy amount of ‘Pandas being stupid’ and can’t help but relate.

  1. Who is your girl crush?

Liza Koshy. (She very cool!)

  1. Last photograph you took?

Of myself because who’s extremely self absorbed? You guessed right.

If you managed to read through all of that without falling asleep into your bowl of popcorn, I have a new heightened liking to you. This was so fun to do and I couldn’t think of anything better to put me in the head space of writing than answering stuff since, if you haven’t picked up, I like to talk a lot and I get to do that comfortably on here.

Also, I have been so out of my game the past month with sudden comings and goings and unexplained periods of probably for-the-good silence but it’s safe to say now that I’m semi back. I just travelled and I have a little something on that floating about in my head. Here’s hoping I actually get around to doing that.

Until next time,



INSTAGRAM: ANYA ABRAHAM (Please let me know you’re from WP if we get a chance of talking on there.)



I haven’t sat down and spoken face-to-face (Or screen-to-screen, ya know?) to y’all in a hot second. Before you read on further, I’m sick (I have the slightest fever but I’m going to pretend I’m dying.) and I’m cranky beyond belief (I’m also breathing fire.) I don’t have the time or the energy to brew stories (Did I say I have a fever?) or even half ass my way through a poem or something. Seeing that I’ve been keeping up my streak with weekly posting (I swear life’s just going to come at this and jinx the shit out of it in two seconds.) I figured, I’d just type and vent and type some more. Since I’m really, really jumping off the tangent here, I planned on collecting my thoughts (Nevermind, scratch that.) on pulling myself through more torture by throwing light on eeeeeverything that annoys the absolute crap out of me. 

Even though I feel like I might’ve done something like this before because in case you haven’t caught on, I’m a super irritable person, I’m doing it again. It doesn’t help that I have a mole smack right in the centre of my nose which people like to believe gives me my temper. (I somehow find this a very Indian thing to say. It almost didn’t make it on here because of its pointlessness but here we are!) I personally think it has nothing to do with the mole but everything to do with everyone around me. But to each his own, right? Right. 

Here are some of my pet peeves. (If you know me in real life, as in being more Anya than Your Average Peahead, your stupid ass habits have probably made it on the list. Please feel free and take it as a personal dig at you.)

  • Burping: If I could stab a fork into your throat, you know I would. For people that do have a problem with gastritis, I do not feel you but I’ll let you off the hook because there’s nothing you can do to help it. But, there is a very specific breed, if you may, of monsters from hell who have to burp in your ear, in your face or just over your food because they know it revolts you. I’d rather have someone just come and barf into my plate than have you burp on my face. Another sub breed are those that want to give you a whiff of what they ate so they burp as loud as is needed to be heard from outer space and then blow in your face. (I’ve thrown up seventeen times just writing this. So, you know just how annoying this is.) You can fart around me all you like but burping is a strict no-no. 
  • Whispering over the phone: Im not a phone person, okay? Just putting it out there. Im not a person that’s ever comfortable with talking in real time.I like to take my time coming up with answers. So, while we’re on a call, I’m already worked up with the fact that this is an over the phone conversation but what really pushes me off the edge is you speaking like you’re putting a baby to sleep. This irritates me and wait for it, you. (Like, excuse me? Are you the one digging your phone into your ear because you can’t hear for nuts because I decide I want to be inaudible?) Because of your soft speaking, I try to raise my voice to even out the lack of noise coming from your side so naturally I’m yelling over the phone for no actual reason. And since I’m yelling, you try and shush me with a softer voice. Over the course of the call, I’ve heard nothing and I’m just either screaming or nodding, not knowing what you’re saying. And its not even my fault. (This is for one spefic person that talks like she’s being held captive all through the day every time she calls.)
  • Talking in intervals: Humans just no longer understand the whole concept of sentence structuring anymore. Let’s all just break the smallest sentence into four millions parts and say one word every three hours. I don’t know if I’m the only one picking this up or if people actually speak in broken sentences. Before they’ve completed  an entire sentence, the Syrian Civil War (God bless Syria. I’m not being insensitive but rather throwing light on what’s happening. This is far from being disrespectful. If you don’t know, crawl out from under your rock and educate yourself.) would’ve ceased and there’d be war no more. GOD FORBID this class of people sit around to share stories. That is the day I die! 
  • Looking at everything in the store: It didnt take me eighteen long years to figure out that my WHOLE ENTIRE FAMILY needs to scan the WHOLE ENTIRE DEPARTMENT STORE before deciding what they want. What Ive yet to work out is if this happens because I tag along or if they actually only remember they need something once they see it. So, the only way to know what they need is to look at everything and if looking at anything hits a gong in their head, that’s what they need to pick up. So now you know if I say I’m going to get groceries with my mom and return when I’m seveny four, I didn’t fall down Alice’s hole. There’s no actual need for panic. (Side note: If I never return, I’m most likely shopping with Nani and her sister. Aka Hades’ mistress and her sidekick. WE IS NEVER COMING BACK.)

Borrowing books and never returning them:

Me holding onto your book is acceptable because lets be real here, I’d give the baby more importance than you ever did BUT if you ever take my book for a light read and forget the fact YOU’VE GOT TO RETURN THE DAMN BOOK BECAUSE I PAID FOR THAT SUCKER WHEN I COULD’VE BOUGHT MYSELF SOMETHING TO EAT, hope and pray I don’t take away one sock of every pair you own. (You can say goodbye to those toes of yours during winter.) Taking single books from a series and not returning it within a month really irks me because for a person that likes collecting books, it’s a strange sense of euphoria seeing all the books of a series neatly (Not so neatly given that I’m running out of book space) stacked. When one book is taken away, I can’t help but wish you were a fast reader and will return it in a day’s time. It’s just how my mind works so please mind me and pick up the hint if I constantly keep asking you about what you think of the story. When actually, I don’t give two dimes about what you think of the book. I just want to hear that you’re done reading it. Again, please do take it very personally and RETURN MY GOD DAMN BOOK, YO!

Since people talking to you even when you’ve got your earphones in is an everyday struggle for everyone, I’m just going to let it go. It’s depressing, it is. 

Anyway, I don’t see why you’d like anything about pet peeves but if you did, orrrrrrrr if you could relate to some of these, we’re peas of the same pod. Either way, I do hope you liked it. 

PS: I’m not taking down the Syrian War mention because it really wasn’t my intention to pull it in for fun. While I agree it is a sensitive topic, there are so many of us who don’t know what’s going on. I know I didn’t for an embarasing amount of time and I hope my taking it up actually got someone to go read about it and know what’s happening. For those that think what’s the point of knowing stuff if you can’t do anything, there’s always prayers you can send. (If you’re an atheist, ….. you can hope for the best?) And if there was anything that people could do and wanted to, you know they would. Again, since it’s really easy to pull threads off of fray ends on the internet, I wanted to get this out of the way. Thanks for reading. 

Also, I had no idea I was spamming some of your comments. WP has been playing me and I’m sorry if people from community pool did drop by my site and comment because a few of your comments with your site addresses got spammed. God knows why but I did find the comments and I tried replying to the ones I could see. Anyhoo, if I haven’t replied its probably because I’ve lost your comment again. Sorry.

Until our time meets again,