The Twist..

So a few days back, we went to my uncle's house, whose brother is a hairstylist. He's something like me, except in a bigger built body. I thought I saw my future, until I got to know, he sacrificed his life, to stay with his mother. He pretty much is his mom's nanny. Then, my mom said, "When I grow old, which son of mine who doesn't get married will take care of me and stay with me." And immediately she stared at me. In my heart, I was like, "Fuck no." My mother is like this weird clean-a-holic obsessed OCD patient who only thinks about cleaning and cleaning. And its not like SHE does the cleaning, she makes her kids do it. Its no longer "helping", its like she's "forcing". So I answered, "We'll see, if you become a grumpy old lady, then no. I'm not staying."

So we shall see.

The Mix Up..

You touch me.
You tease me.
You treat me different.
You call me things you don't call other people.
You touch me.
You LIKE to touch me.
You LIKE to tease me.
You LIKE when I become playful.

So do you LIKE me?

But then. You're attached. So what am I. A third wheel?

I don't think so. Its either I'm the only or I'm out. Because I'm doing just fine by myself.

I'm a cynic. But that's just me. Take it, or leave it.

Soft Spot..

Now it makes perfect sense. They have a soft spot for me. :)

It even works on daddy. Woohoo!