Fleeting Muses.

This post is written in a little bit of humor and random musings about life and people (look at me stating this as if it's new for me. Huh.) Please take it in the lighter tone of matters (ie. if you didn't already get that it was implied from the previous sentence.)   I write this post hearing more and more about how people have this one favorite thing and they just can't stop talking about it. Listening them go on and on, I get a train of thoughts that no one I have ever met gets. (And when I mention it to people, they shrug and give a blank expression as if I said something in some alien-ish language). I mean, seriously?! At least be kind enough to give a little acknowledgement to a new thought you closed minded jerks. Okay so my point is that how can people have favorites when there is so much to try in the world. And see, I know I can be awfully in lack of perspective here but what I will say is that I have one as well by saying what I am saying so bear with m...

I have put that in quotes in the title because that's how people refer to 'the' person. It is a little overrated and cheesy I feel (the tag I mean), which is why I didn't add 'my' in there, felt that would be too much for my liking. Whatever, the term has been there since forever so I should probably shut up about my opinion of that. The real blog post starts now (which by the title you might have judged that it is kind of like a letter if you may). May be I know you, may be I don't; may be I have met you, may be I haven't but in this moment, I just want to speak out to you. One might think this is crazy but most would understand the gesture behind this. Most people my age get thoughts on the line of  'I don't even know who am I going to spend my life with and how weird is that.' Aren't you supposed to be so sure that you wouldn't do it any other way?! And in that way, aren't you supposed to know them from long?! I don...