Every time I ask my friends to read my poems and tell me what they think, all I get is appreciation. The most cliché compliments — “It’s so beautiful”, “How creative!”, “Damn! That’s dope, Anu!” and other similar things. You think I’m bragging? Well, I am not. Because as soon as I ask them, “Really? Which part did you like the most?”, they either disappear (if we’re texting) or there is a visible discomfort on their face. I think the meme below captures that face precisely.
So, I have completely stopped asking my friends to comment on my poetry. There are exceptions, of course. Like Paul Sunstone, who by the way, published a poetry book — Ashes and Wine–recently. No, I am not promoting it. I am just saying GO READ IT RIGHT NOW OR I’LL RAID YOUR HOUSE TONIGHT AND STUFF YOUR PILLOWS WITH SNAILS.
Back to my point now. So, I find often find myself grieving over how people can’t understand what I write. For example this poem. So few people understood it that I took it off the blog for a while, edited it A LOT and reposted it. It used to be several pages long. Now it looks like an elementary schooler wrote it. But then again, I am a pretty dumb sixteen year old so, I don’t expect any more than 1 or two people to actually figure out my poems. Besides, it’s always nice writing poems no one can completely understand. It adds a personal touch to it. Also makes you feel like a mysterious sage. Which you are not.
Oh, wow. I just noticed I wrote 1 in digits and 2 in words in the last paragraph. That’s the kind of dumbness I am talking about, ladies and gentlemen. Anyway….
As I have mentioned in old posts, I am a busy human being. I have a very happening life. I barely get time to write or read. Except reading and writing is all I do. Everyday. In the form of studying. For an exam. *sighs*
I do, however, write diary entries on Penzu every now and then. It helps me release all the feelings and thoughts that pile up all week. So, here’s what I will be doing on this blog. Every time I write an entry that I think is worth sharing with you, I will post it ASAP. I will write poems too but not as frequently. But don’t take my word for it. I might vanish anytime. This is just a heads up for what you might see on this blog from now on– excerpts from my life. I believe it will help my readers know me better and then maybe some of you can understand the Mandarin that I write.
Here’s what I wrote on 17th July 2020 –
Yup. That’s all. I was frustrated about not being able to manage my time well. I have not gotten better. But I just notice that fact so frequently now that I don’t bother getting frustrated. That ever happened to you?
Also, I just realized this is my fiftieth blogpost! I remember writing just over 50 posts before completely transforming this blog in 2018. Don’t know that story? Here. Let me warn you though. It’s a loooong one.
Alright. That’s all. Bubye!