Fascismile or Fake Smile

You know that feeling… when inside you are wrenchin’ in agony and tormented and then you meet someone at that time, and you give that ‘friendly’ smile.

The smile… that you conjure up by stretching each and every muscle of your face. The body and mind resist its automation, still you give it, so that the person in front of you returns the same as a sign of cordiality… and when the moment is gone… you’re back to reality.

Hell, maybe I should replace all the ‘you’s with ‘I’s. What the hell anyways!!

But this is something we are trained for. Here is the ranking, in ascending order:

1. The painful ‘you-are-getting-worse’ smile.

2. ‘Something-seems-to-be-troubling-you’ smile.

3. ‘Hell!-things-are-normal!’ smile.

4. ‘Jolly-good-day’ smile.

5. ‘You’re-creepin’-people-out’ smile.

I rank 3 or 5. But no. 2 comes too…

Masking happiness is painful and tiring job.

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Not-so-Random Thoughts

It amazes me how mind thinks when you suddenly hate someone, or stop loving her, in this case.

The same person whom you thought is “The One” suddenly becomes “just-another-one”.

I brokeup with her. Apparently, I turned out to be bad boyfriend. Ignorant, uncaring, insensitive bastard, that is. Shortest relationship of my life*.

The ‘halo’ I saw over her, turned out to be ‘horns’! Or it was mine…?

As it turns out, that huge, soft ball of happiness was hollow.

You ask if I’m sad? Hell, I am. But it feels good to know somebody from this close.

Hail Saint Valentine…

*so far!