I shall not whine today.
I shall not whine about how that lady at the salon fucked up my hair- I look like a tiny kid for heaven’s sake- in fact, I look kidder than when I actually was a kid. I don’t even look ten- maybe a nine and a half or something and I so want to bawl about it but no, I shall not-I’m a grown woman now and…yeah right, even more ‘grown’ with the hair of a
ten nine and a half year old. But this will pass. And I shall NOT whine.
I shall not whine about the fact that I’ve got finals in about a month or so and I can’t concentrate. Not when I got Angels & Demons at arm’s length and I’m not really making an effort to not read it either. Plus, it’s sweltering hot. It’s 10 PM for crying out loud why is it so hot in here? Is it even allowed to be so hot at TEN PM? The heat’s literally clogging up my brain- I can’t think straight. UGHHHHHH. But wait, I’m not whining about that either.
Last but not least, I’m most definitely not whining about how often and how easily I’ve hurt everyone around me. I’m basically a hurt-magnet, if that actually makes any sense.
It’s just…well, me.
Okay, I’m losing it.
What do you do
when you realize you’re slowly turning into
someone you hate
someone you have forever hated
do you turn back?
or do you let the change embrace you?
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Say Your Name.”
That’s me. That’s me, too.
It’s such a lovely name, isn’t it? It’s like momentarily having something sweet in your mouth when you say it. (Say it correctly, that is!) And to get the opportunity of saying it out loud, boy, that must be quite a pleasure to all the people who know a Jessica or maybe even to Jessicas all around the world who know another Jessica. Which they most probably do considering how common of a name it is. As for me, I know eleven Jessicas, no kidding, and it ain’t no pleasure anymore.
When you know another person with the same name as yours, it’s…well, fun. When you know two people, it’s umm, okay. When you know three, it’s *cough* AWKWARD! When you know half a dozen, you wonder why you exist. And let me not reach eleven people. It’s just too much. Too. Effing. Much.
‘Cause let’s face it, everyone wants to be unique. Everyone wants individuality. And they ain’t having no individuality if a dozen heads turn when someone says their name.
But I’m glad my name is Jessica. I wouldn’t want to trade it for any other name in the world. Even a Hermione Granger. Haha.
And I’m glad my parents didn’t name me after Nepali words that translates to a virtue or anything like Patience. Or Belief. Or Love. Or Waterfalls. Or Butterflies. ‘Cause I probably wouldn’t be able to live up to those words.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Musical Marker.”
‘We all have songs that remind us of specific periods and events in our lives. Twenty years from now, which song will remind you of today?’
Radiohead- Creep, definitely.
I know, I know it’s an old song. But the ‘popular’ music of today is trashy, to put it bluntly. And Radiohead is G-O-L-D. I had ‘rediscovered’ this song during my med school prep classes and it has never left my playlist since then. Creep is hauntingly beautiful. It gives me the chills every single time I hear it. Just like it did the first time.