I once read a quote somewhere; I forgot whose it was. “Only
a few people care. Rest are just curious.” I probably had come across this on
pinterest, now I don’t recall exactly. But those words etched into my mind and
heart. And yes, fed to my already developing misanthropic attitude towards
human race. I don’t have many friends. I am very stingy when it comes to love. You
have to be extraordinary in order to
win my respect and then yes, love. Although I have a very different definition
of extraordinary. Given the standard of today’s world, traits like sincerity,
honesty, kindness and above all, a spine strong enough to call a spade a spade are
extraordinary to me, owing to their sheer rarity. Not a fat bank balance with a
chiseled body or an ability to sing or play guitar. Sorry, I don’t have time
for fake niceties. I either like you very much or would like to high five your
face with a chair.
During and before my recent Manali trip from at least (stress on the at least part) five
people I received the same response upon divulging them with the said
information. None of these people asked me a single question about the place or
my activities. Their first and only response was, “Oh with whom?” I blog in
order to vent out my true feelings so I am not going to lie. What I really
wanted to reply was, “Definitely not with your father, since I have a very high
standard. So don’t worry, your family’s sanctity is quite safe.” Gross? Yes. Mean?
Yes. Blunt and honest? Hell yes! But here’s a tip. If you don’t want to hear
the wrong answer then don’t ask the wrong question.
As for me? Well, it usually goes something like this.
“I’m going on a trip.” Usual response: “Oh where? With whom?"
My response: “Oh. Where? Bon voyage.” *I don’t care*
“My cousin’s stepsister got a new job!” Usual response: “Wow.
Where? When? What’s the pay like? What’s her qualification? How much will she
be saving for her future??” My response: “Congratulations!” *Still don’t care,
unless she breaks her pay cheque with me*
“Look that’s my girlfriend!” Usual response: “Wow! Who is
she? What is she? Where did you two meet? Did you guys sleep together yet? When
are you getting married?” My response: “Oh nice.” *I couldn’t give lesser fuck
man*
I am a person with zero curiosity when it comes to other
people’s lives. I am not curious because, well, I don’t care. I truly, most
sincerely, from the bottom of my very heart don’t. And most importantly, I am not going to fake my concern. Not at any cost. My interest is very much
limited to a handful of people and I like to keep it that way. There are so
many things out there in the world to learn, to explore. Why should I waste my
time to probe at what age you lost your virginity? Sorry, I have a life. Not a
perfect one, but it is still pretty amazing. And as worn out and as bruised my heart
might be, it has no place for pettiness. Not yet.
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