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We need to talk!

I don’t like confrontations! My best escape word is, ‘Chuck’. The problem with problems are that they require time and I just feel that if we sit down and invest time in chalking and solving them, we’ll miss out on the important reasons to live. It’s just my opinion and I am not here to make people change theirs. My biggest fear is the fear of, “We need to talk” If you want to really have a conversation which involves pointing out my mistakes, please leave a message after the beep or email or WhatsApp me. I will get back to you with a powerpoint presentation (preferably a keynote[I am a mac user bitches]). The keynote will have all your answers, while a conversation will not. While you talk, confront, yell, accuse me of things, I will be like Sameer from Dil chahta hai. I would only be saying,  “Haan mai, magar wo, suno toh, tumne toh, lekin main, kabse keh, Main aakash ke yahan…Hello??” That’s the problem with my problem. I never mention the good points to win the arguments. When a person walks away after leaving me flabbergasted, I think of all the things I could have said. After analyzing the conversation, I realize that it actually never was my fault! But if I had a keynote, the ball would be in my court! I would hand down win this argument. 

Confrontations and facing your problems are way too different. I would face my problems, look them in the eye, as long as the problems are things and not people. But obviously, complexities come in the face of people. They have a big voice or sometimes they are silent. A big voice wouldn’t hurt, what hurts is when the problems have all the possible ways to communicate but they choose silence. Silence, it screams out loud, not audible to the human ear but can only hurt it where it hurts the most. 


Cowards run away, they don’t face their problems and the worst part is that they don’t realize that running away just buys them some time, it doesn’t make them go away forever. No matter how far you go, the past always comes by once in a while. Not to haunt you but to make you realize who and what you were at one point in time. I like it when my past walks by, it makes me laugh, the mistakes, the people I befriended, my Facebook memories which show me how I let go of certain people for a very good reason, the way I typed random status messages, the way I used to type, Kewl, fyn, sum1, etc. etc. The past never leaves you forever, it just makes you drift away for a change. We all make mistakes, but it takes great efforts to look them in the eye, exchange pleasantries, smile and laugh while walking away…you laugh away because at that point in time you either realize that you were a fool to stay with that past or you were a fool to walk away from it/them. 

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  1. Soo truee. I feel the same when it comes to confrontations. But then i think that is something that I can improve on. Its about being able to communicate better. And i feel being able to communicate well is very much needed in this competetive world.
    But yes as of now I feel exactly what you have mentioned above.

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  2. Thank you for your kind words, may I know your name?

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