I m a weirdo, a freak! I live alone, I eat alone, I work alone, I like being alone… Heck I even talk to myself. That makes things quite easy for me, I have to take care of my own shit, I dont have people to blame for a lot of shit but myself. Most of the time I feel awkward among people, even the people who have known me for ages.In fact I prefer strangers for some reason, maybe because they are more interesting than a person you know.
So I learnt that getting real estate is a bitch, especially when money is definitely an object of great GREAT reverence! Even more so when you like living alone. Khair, Getting to the point, I got a flat shared by 5 Paki blokes and I ll be the sixth. And now I m starting to feel very VERY queasy about it, sharing a living space with 5 Paki guys…. Ok Paki guys are different from the rest of they guys, especially when its just guys. Its like a wolfpack. You show weakness, abnormality and/or fart differently, you get slaughered at the altar of amusement and ravaged like being attacked by hyenas…. almost literally, and whats more, You get to listen to crappy music all day…. wait, wait, lemme rephrase crappy Pushto music (since a dude there is Pathan… and you dont mess with a Pathan’s stereo! You never know… he might get….. well lets just leave the subtleties of masculine behavior at that).
I move in two days…. and I cant imagine how much shit load of stupid stuff I have gathered in the course of ten months that I have lived on campus! I have a small fridge for one, a desktop comp for another. And a shit load of stuff I dont need and have never used! like broom, bucket, mop and what not! And suffice it to say its a pigsty.
Getting back to living alone… I just realized this… I have been living alone for about 6 years now.