Written Traces

I know it is not usual for you to hear from me so soon.  Twice in a week?  I must be on fire. But lately, nothing seems to keep me engaged for longer than an hour, and my thoughts drift quickly from one thing to another. When it comes to my thoughts and the endless debates that go on in my mind without resolution, I tend to write in search of clarity. Recently, I realised something about myself: I can go for days without talking to anyone and remain completely unbothered. What surprised me wasn't that I could go days without talking because I have done that for years. What surprised me was realising how little it affected me. At first, the silence was meant to teach someone a lesson. The problem was that it had no effect on me. I have spent nearly half of my life on my own. I come from a family where both my parents held respectable positions in their respective fields, and naturally, their work demanded much of their time. On top of that, I have been dealing with health issue...

Hey!  Four months, no see? Just kidding.  I have been out and about for a while, and when I finally came back and settled in, I just got too lazy, or should I say creatively unmotivated, to journal.  The last time we caught up was in February, and honestly, I have been a bit under the weather for the past couple of months. Speaking of which, I recently went through my life's second operation, and it was for the most ridiculous reason.  Before that, let me ask you a question, "Have you ever paid the price of doing something right ?" Because that's where my story begins. I have, quite literally, become the victim of maintaining basic oral hygiene. Like most people trying to maintain good oral hygiene, I brushed my teeth diligently. Unfortunately, I took that commitment a little too seriously.  Brushing your teeth is good, but things took an awry turn when I brushed too hard, especially with a hand as steady as Ross Geller's marriages. (I'm assuming you have watc...