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Pros & Cons

I have a very bad habit of making lists. Want to buy a few things? There is a shopping list ready. Want to ask me a few names to start reading books? I have a very wonderful set of to read list. Every night I also prepare a to-do list for the next day! It seems fine so far, doesn’t it?

 

It gets worse, but only when I start making pros and cons list for every single thing. It is even okay so far, I guess. Rather it gets worse, extremely worse when I start making a pros and cons list even when things relating to people. I know, this sounds very, very wrong, but sometimes I really don’t know how to decide, how to judge a person and then I end up doing exactly this.

 

Very recently, clearing all my unwanted things from my shelves, (only to make more place for the new books) I found an old notebook wherein I discovered yet another discarded pros and cons list, embarrassingly, made for a person. It was almost a year back, but despite my guilt of making this in regard of a person, I am only happy that I did it. What I am not happy about is the fact that this was the first time that I was guilty about making a list for a person and I did not go with the instincts based on the list. Had I followed my usual method of balancing the pros and cons, I would have made the right decision. But I didn’t. I made a blunder. I learnt. I moved on. And yet I felt guilt then. I think I had no reason to feel that guilt, and yet I still do! I mean it’s a person I am talking about, how can I judge a person based on a few advantages and disadvantages? But again, it’s always helped me when confused, and the one time I go wilt my damned guilt, I lose the game. I act foolish.

 

Don’t know exactly what’s right from wrong, but I think the lists work well with me, only this one single time it failed me, or rather I failed it.

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Sorry, I just had to blur it, it was too personal, and yet I wanted to show how very stupid I can be, taking pens and papers and actually jotting points down as if I was studying something very seriously!! 😉

 

Go on, judge me, I am pretty sure you have already made a pros and cons list on me 😀

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The need for a bedside table!

I lie on the bed with the lights dimmed already, with the temperature of the room set accordingly, and with the novel in my hand, ready to be lost into. In order to avoid any kind of disturbance I put my phone away, on the study table at the far corner (I don’t need it anyway plus it helps me wake up in the morning if it is far away). All set for the perfect ‘alone time’ I start reading the book.

A page or two goes by and then I have something in my mind; a topic on which I feel should write and share it with my fellow bloggers. So I lazily stand up, scribble on a post it and stick it on the wall to remember the next day. So there I slump again on the bed, cuddle against a cold sheets, soothing and yet again I loose myself amidst the fictional world.

This time not even a paragraph goes by when I remember something from the day and again, unwilling I get up, post-it on the wall and return, this time making it sure I would not get up before I complete ten pages.

And so I wait for the ten pages to be done, and hastily get up before I forget to jot it down, and there goes another post it on the wall. This is how my wall is always clustered with post-it for to do lists, for something to share with my blogger friends, and even something that I have to let other people know.

This goes on for a while, until I am tired enough to get up again, after which I unwillingly take my phone with me, so that I at least do not have to get up. After another couple of reminders set on my phone, finally I decide to doze off. It is after all 1:00 AM.

Of course my mind is unwilling to shut down and so I aid to my ear phones, leaving behind my comfy bed, one last time. Somehow amidst the dreams of the story going on in the novel, with the lyrics of the songs and with many other unfiltered thoughts in my mind I doze off, finally.

And that is how my mother finds me often, early in the morning, with music flowing through the earphones and yet scattered somewhere under the pillow, with my phone snoozed off and hidden somewhere between the sheets, and the novel that I would be reading tucked beside me. And every single morning she would wake me with same monotonous say, “Why do you have to sleep with all of these things? Why can’t you just keep them all away on the table?”

And every single time I would say, “I just need a bedside table, mom. It would solve all my lazy problems. You don’t know the struggle of waking up once you are tucked into bed, restfully.”

“Yeah, right! But why do you have to get up in the middle of the night anyway?