Betrayal.. My Dear Beatrice

The world is not all what it seems. Our perceptions change with the passage of time, our experiences mold us into the people we are at present. Why is it that even though, we evolve as individuals, people around us view us as the same. They look at us with the same perception that they created months or maybe years back. I wonder why there isn’t room for acceptance. And the one thing that boggles my mind is the lack of reliability among our kith and kin. I’ve witnessed it and experienced it, time and time again, that people can never be truly yours. They would make false claims to the point of ultimately making you believe it, they would pretend to be the closest to you, they’d reach out to you a couple of times assuring you that they’re there, but they would vanish into thin air the moment you truly need them.

People tend to thrive on other people’s sadness. it’s unfortunate but true, and this post may sound negative due to it’s melancholy permeated tone but these are just facts of life and some of us are exposed to them more often than others. The word friend has become such a loosely used term in this day and age, its like its lost it’s true essence. People would call you their friend and avoid you when you’d need them to be there. If people avoid you because of something that you did then it’s understandable, but if they steer clear of you for no reason whatsoever its deeply troubling.

Everyone has the right to know if they made a mistake and they have the right to fix it. People tend to tread on other people’s feelings while protecting their own, they seldom realize the bitter disappointments and heartbreaks they leave others with. And the tragic part is that no one is there to heal your open wound.

No matter how hard you try to move past these experiences, they haunt you like that childhood memory of yours when you thought there was a monster under your bed. And you try to be there as an individual, the people who you’re there for the most will turn their back on you without giving it a second thought. It’s a vicious cycle; you’re a relatively normal individual in the beginning, then you get hit by one or two such instances in your life, you move along and don’t lose faith then, when you keep getting hammered and you reach rock bottom, you become highly sensitive to your surroundings and stop trusting people easily.

It’s just how life is for some mortal beings. The more you care the more you get hurt. You rarely get what you give, in return. Only the person who goes through it truly, genuinely knows what it’s like to be the one standing alone in the pouring rain. The best you can do for yourself is to stop relying on people and learn to walk alone. it’s not an easy task but worth the effort.

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So…I finally have a blog. I kinda knew it would happen, I wonder why it took me so long to create one; considering the fact that I enjoy writing and it’s something I’m passionate about. Nevertheless, I don’t really know how this whole blogging thing goes, I’m a rookie but I’m gonna try and give it a shot… so i guess I’m supposed to be introducing myself in this post and talk about what all this blog is going to be about but as the title suggests;  It’s going to be as RANDOM as it gets.

I won’t be writing about serious matters or preach, this blog will solely be dedicated to ranting about everyday things, trivial matters and what goes on in the life of an average human being, because as much as I’d like to believe that I’m special, I’m not, so you can expect a  lot of sob stories, every day life drama,  real life enactment of Indian “Saas Bahu” soap operas (that seem to be popular among the Pakistani audience) and of course poetry that I manage to brew at 3am when I can’t go to sleep.

So yeah…I guess that’s about it, the basic purpose of this blog is to be unexpected, unpredictable; much like life. There isn’t going to be one recurring pattern and if you’re looking to read something that follows a direction, you MIGHT not find it here since I happen to be terrible at following instructions. 😀

Thoughts on life, love and everything in between.. transcribed by a self proclaimed bleeding writer.