Durga's Random Thoughts.

When you find out that you are a misfit where you are, you know you have to move on soon. Or the system will standardize you.

Yeah so today, a lady I work with, asked while we walked back home after work,"So, are they searching for you? What is your height?" The out of the blue question was a little unsettling. I was taken aback. My spontaneous answer was of course the joke I am. Well, like dad said "After 23 years of Co-ed, I am ashamed that you are still single!" "Dont ask me to find a guy for you! Go find one yourself. If you are unsuccessful finding one by the time you are 27, I'll help. But I would rather you find him yourself. Please!" Yeah, that is my dad. Bonkers in a lot of things. Anyway, by the time I am 27, I think I might have teeth in my nose and nobody will marry me anyway. For one, this height problem is a bit too intense for me. One, I am tall. Two, I dont get attracted to short[-er than me] guys. [No offence meant. Personal choice you know!] After this I just have 25% of the male population to work with. [Well, I even have a theory on it that pisses off ...

One day, my random thoughts will die. And I will die with them. They are me. I am them.