Blue bottles

This summer I did nothing. Other than a trip to Bangkok. And going to a smelly gym.

I met a couple of people who I want to be. Met a few others who depressed me beyond life. Didn’t meet some others who I think I would have enjoyed talking to. 

This summer I stewed in my own boring head where my thoughts, much to my disappointment, are both mediocre and utterly insignificant. I’m not bright and clever. I’m not even scary and damaged. I’m bored and I’m, as I discover, excruciatingly boring.

Over and above, I think I have hypothyrodism  which makes me the person I was six years ago. Angry, depressed and sleepy. It also throws around my moods like a rabbit on ecstacy.  Atleast I wish I were a friggin’ genius so that I could write a book about my troubles( which would be oh-so-complex) later in life.

So what did you do this summer?

P.S. I found this blog that I absolutely adore. Even if the name is a little cheesy.

P.P.S. I love Psapp. Do you?