I goto extreme lengths to ensure that I am not unwell. Because when I am unwell, I hate it. And I refuse to take medication. So it takes forever to
Coming back, I am unwell and I hate it. I think I am saying this for the third time. Why would I risk repeating same thing over and over and over again? In a matter of 50 words? Because I mean it.
Lately, I've been falling sick with an alarming frequency. I don't know what to blame it on. Few things that could be wrong are…
- My old age (32 and past my half-life and prime)
- My mortal fear of old age
- The unnaturally big beer belly (despite the fact that I don't like beer. Or any other form of alcohol)
- My borderline, suspect case of diabetes (I am always thirty, I pee a lot and I am always drowsy)
- The lame attempts at polyphasic sleep (which in my opinion you just can't try if you live in India - there are far too many distractions and door bells to allow you to do that)
- The mandatory bouts of depression that every writer is supposed to suffer from (did you buy the book yet?)
- The anxiety about my unknown, uncertain future (in terms of personal, financial, writing etc)
- My craving for sgMS (I have spoken about this more than required)
- My loneliness (it's prime-time on Valentine's day and all I am stuck indoors, flipping channels on TV)
- My general inability to focus on anything for more than 3 nanoseconds (ADD or ADHD - whatever sounds more exotic to you)
- My perpetual hunger even though I have eaten a few minutes back (yoga shastra says eating disorders have deeper connections - you eat a lot when you are insecure about something. The body wants to horde food, expecting a calamity in the near future. After all we are probably the best survival machines ever made. It's fascinating. Do read about evolution if you can)
- And I don't know what else
Whatever it is, it is not nice. And I don't know how to fix it. Where are those free hugs guys?