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Going Ballistic

Chop Chop Chop!!
"ruchi sssssssssssssssssshhhhh"

"What?"

"Umm...shhhh"

"Well, okay. Whatever."

..and the Chop Chop Chop continues.

I was too absorbed into my own thoughts to figure out where the "ssshhh"s have been coming from.
For one, I was listening to music o full blast. Of course that meant the rest of the world can do whatever they want and I wouldn't care two hoots. "Say maybe, you're gonna be the one who saves me..." I sing my way to annoy the "ssshhh" ing person. BAh!  

Although, apparently all of my actions and words were louder than usual, and more importantly, louder than necessary. For a couple of odd days, mom thought I had some hearing difficulties and this was my way of dealing with it. Heart-wreaking as it was, my colleagues seconded this, with a few attributing it to the constant music blast in my ears. 

So, crazy as it was getting,  I resisted the opinions, that turned into judgements and finally the uncalled advises. The 'looks' from me did't help. I decided to smile my way through it, hard and painful as it was.

Finally with some peace coming my way, the advises gave me a breather. Sometimes, less is more. This one was definitely not one of them. I have begun to be louder than I was. To think of it, not just in terms of talking or listening to music. Too many thoughts in my mind to fight with. Yes it is difficult to get into a normal conversation with this.

Going crazy trying to adjust with my regular work.

I am being louder to sush my thoughts.

Turning around makes a bigger impact than running into a wall.

Unless there's some sort of theory to it, I'm going ballistic.


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