Dee and Me.

The author of this here blog hates melodrama, saas-bahu serials, and how people get sucked into them so easily. Damn the slow pace, the 10 minute story drawn over 30 minutes, the music crescendos, the different-angle-same-scene repeats, etc. Damn everything.

Dee believes that life is not as complicated as it seems, and that we're all going to die anyway. She knows that what seems like the worst thing that could happen to you is nothing compared to whats coming next. No, don't mistake her for a pessimist - she's just an optimistic realist. She knows her probability, and her chances. Dee, at a very young age was very wise. She is, of course, not imperturbable. She can get into her 'mood swing' every now and then, but she is resilient. She bounces back enthusiastically after giving herself a little pep talk - something akin to slapping herself as hard as she can and telling her that she is a moron. That achieved, life is back to normal.

A few years ago, 3.803818 to be precise, she decided that life was mundane. She was too sensible for her own good, and hence had to shake things up. She wanted to have the feeling of heated blood coursing through her veins... And whatever else the novels told her about normal folk who could be swept away in a moment of passion and drama. That is when I was born.

Yes, this may read straight out of 'Tell me your dreams'. But that is so lame compared to my story of how I was created for fun. Not to 'repress a shady old past'. Pbbft. Rubbish. Much drama about nothing. So now, I love to add a healthy dose of melodrama to everything. So I said to B - 'Hey you, don't you think we're very sensible people? We should actually start fighting every now and then, and throwing tantrums like normal people do. It will make life more spicy!' B said 'OK'.

Since then, I have been living the good life - (the term 'good life' herein is used in accordance with the widely accepted definition as employed by the Association of Melodrama Queens a.k.a. Lunatics who do Everything but Kill themselves and Those around them) - and enjoying myself. It is such a heady feeling to be throwing tantrums every now and then, blaming everyone but yourself, making B feel bad for something that is actually my fault, and so on and so forth.

But now, Dee, it seems, is getting bored with me. Too bad, I'm here to stay. Maybe I'll tone things down a bit, and let her have the upper hand in whatever she does, and lull her into this false sense of security so she becomes complacent, and THEN I make my move. Aha, the world is soon going to be in my hands! What glee.