Life is Sour Grapes!

Does life make me happy? Well, sometimes. But then again, does life makes me unhappy? Well, logically it should be sometimes but it feels like most of the time. This was the first entry, Paris wrote in the abandoned Diary, that she took from the treasure hunt. “Well, I didn’t steal this Diary.” She said it in the back of her mind. I found the Diary, right below the sofa and the organizers were like, “What? Was Diary even on the list?”

“Um! Yes, it was!”

“Well, you found it so you can keep it.”

“What about a treasure hunt?”

“Well, everybody finds it difficult to find other objects and so I am sure, they are good.”

“So can I take this Diary and leave?”

“Yes! No pressure though!”

On the way back to the desk, all Paris could think of was, “Was I even included in this treasure hunt and was I even in any of those two teams.”

Well, she writes her diary, “There were 20 people and I was that 21, so I couldn’t. Even though, I went to the avenue first. Can you see the irony?”

Paris wasn’t sure what to do with her brand new diary and so she was exploring the empty pages in that diary. And it reminded her of something. She feels empty too. Hey Diary, we both are the same except that they evened me out and odded you out, like if it’s even a situation. She laughs to herself.

Well, she got the Diary but from where did she get the pen?

“Well do you think, I don’t even carry a pen?”

Paris feels weird. Why? She’s wasting her time. Paris has been through a lot lately. She’s new to the place and it’s been a week but still, she gets confused about the way back home. And when somebody’s talking to her, she concentrates on nodding her head and trying to look normal, instead of concentrating on what that person is actually saying. She often zones out which often lands her staring at somebody. Does the most normal thing in an unreliably suspicious way?

Well, who in the world would be knowing what’s she going through? She sighs. But wait a damn minute. Diary can! She sighs again. What’s the use? Yeah! There’s no significant use but still it sounds creative.

I have no friends, and that would be her second entry. Well it’s obvious though, she goes to lunch alone, sits at her desk alone and talks to “people" alone( cause they ignore her). They all gang up just fine but I just don’t fit in any of these gangs. Sometimes , “It’s her! Her! She’s the problem! It’s her". She doesn’t talk enough and well, talk is silent there and so to sum up , she’s not enough. That’s what they imply though. Well, Paris’ life ain’t that difficult; Coz everyone else goes through bullshit too but at least they laugh it off and gang it up one way or other. All she wants is people whom she can relate to but it pains to say this, she ain’t so good terms with that one. She’s more single than single. (Lol! You can feel better now 😉)

All these cuss words and beers, I don’t want to taste;
All these trying and politeness going waste;

Getting lost in a group that I don’t want to chase;

Life is sour, life is sour grapes!

And just like that, that was her first page in that Diary!