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The Living Room Downstairs, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India
Wanker-of-a-day. I'm beginning to understand the little things that used to irk me in the house. The things that pushed me out and find a life of my own on my own. I hate the earth-shattering noise decibels of the telly. Dadi is deaf. She jams her nose up close to the screen and still can't seem to hear the shit her shitty serials spew. Papa is a bit deaf as well. His vacant expression as he mindlessly flips through channels doesn't help. I don't have any control over my environment. There is no space for me. There is no me-space in the house, where I can shut the fucking door and do whatever the fuck I want to do without having people barge in at their own will. Its fucking annoying. I don't like being given service. It makes me a lazy blob. It makes me not bother to do anything. Helping out is not in my DNA. I won;t help unless I am absolutely exclusively asked to or needed. I hate mum hovering around - looking lost and hyper. She keeps asking the most pointless of things. Get a life mom! You really need a hobby. I will help you find one. And get you absorbed in it. Your children are grateful for your love and affection but I'm afraid they are not going to save you. They have lives of their own to lead.Only you can save you.
These things still irk me to death. They will push me out of the house. Find a fucking job. Earn some money to pay my rent. All in good time. Can't bloody wait.
The Living Room Downstairs, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India
Wanker-of-a-day. I'm beginning to understand the little things that used to irk me in the house. The things that pushed me out and find a life of my own on my own. I hate the earth-shattering noise decibels of the telly. Dadi is deaf. She jams her nose up close to the screen and still can't seem to hear the shit her shitty serials spew. Papa is a bit deaf as well. His vacant expression as he mindlessly flips through channels doesn't help. I don't have any control over my environment. There is no space for me. There is no me-space in the house, where I can shut the fucking door and do whatever the fuck I want to do without having people barge in at their own will. Its fucking annoying. I don't like being given service. It makes me a lazy blob. It makes me not bother to do anything. Helping out is not in my DNA. I won;t help unless I am absolutely exclusively asked to or needed. I hate mum hovering around - looking lost and hyper. She keeps asking the most pointless of things. Get a life mom! You really need a hobby. I will help you find one. And get you absorbed in it. Your children are grateful for your love and affection but I'm afraid they are not going to save you. They have lives of their own to lead.Only you can save you.
These things still irk me to death. They will push me out of the house. Find a fucking job. Earn some money to pay my rent. All in good time. Can't bloody wait.
