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Could I be my Best Friend?

I'm sure that at some point or the other most of us have wondered what it would be like to have a friend exactly like ourselves; to have someone who would always understand what we are feeling and why we're feeling that way. But do you know what  I've come to realise? It would be terribly boring.

 Imagine how it would be if you and your friend had the same set of fears and weaknesses. Who would cheer you up?Whom would you tease?Who would straighten you out when you are behaving like an idiot? And both of you would be so predictable that you'd bore each other to death. 

 I've never met anything (or should I say anyone?) as scary as my brain. It’s true, we love each other's jokes whether or not anyone else gets them, but on the other hand, my brain  has to have  an opinion on everything I do. And it won't help me think of something smart to say until long after a conversation. Talk about being mean! Oh, and its favourite line is "You must've looked like an idiot just now. Why didn't you do it that way?" Well, you know what, Brain? I've had enough of your tyranny. I'm going to do what I want to, the way I want to. And if I make a fool of myself, so be it!





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  1. Nischal Tonthanahal15 September 2013 at 20:36

    I was just going through your posts and I must say I really like them. Have you ever considered writing a book? If you ever do write one, I'm pretty sure lots of people would love to read it. I must appreciate your writing style, it's captivating and easy to connect with.
    Keep it up :D

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  2. the paintbrush16 September 2013 at 17:55

    Thank you Nischal. :)If I ever write a book, I'll let you know. :D

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