Doofus ol me..

There are those who make you feel special
And those who make you feel like shit.
But you're so busy making the latter feel special
that you end up making the former feel like shit....
Yes I do this a lot. There are people who would do all sorts of things just to make me smile and I would rather worry bout someone who ignored me.
 This Favorite person of mine gives me a bouquet of 25 Red Roses, just because I had told him I had a bad day at college..I take the bouquet, thank him for it, and start texting this other bugger who wasn't replying to my messages.!!! REALLY???
Woman!!That's like you have a Jimmy Choo pair and still want those chappals your getting for hundred bucks just coz everyone has it!!(Or something like that)
That's what we did as kids..We would go to a toy store and find this amazing toy, play with it for a week and it would be you FAVOURITESSSSSST EVER TOY..and then you see another lameass toy and you forget about this one..
When you have a bag full of gems why do you still wanna play with pebbles is my question???
Well now, mistake's corrected, lesson learnt...End of story.

Perfectly Average...

I was never perfect..at anything.

I was a bright student. Understood my subjects well but would never work hard and hence was never a Rank holder.Did pretty well but was not the highest scorer and hence I was an average student.

I had a good hand at art. Drew well. Won a couple of awards in school and outside, but there were those who had excellent technique and made outstanding pieces of art and hence I was an average artist.

I had a sweet voice. Sang all my life. Was a part of every singing competition that was held in school or outside. Was also a part of the "Great Aloysian Choir". But there were those well trained voices that shone bright and hence I was an average Singer.

I loved to dance. Still do. Performed quite often and my dance was appreciated by many. But there were those well trained and dedicated dancers who stole the limelight and hence I was an average Dancer.

I have this weird ability to twist my hand 360 degrees around and can also bend two of my fingers all the way back. But I found another girl who could do what I could and also move her ears. Yet again I became the averagely weird person.

now I was upset!!!and went crying to my mother and asked her, why was I not Extremely good at anything!!! Why wasn't I Excellent!! Why was I not Perfect.

She looked at me and smiled..and said "You are perfect..your just PERFECTLY AVERAGE"