The title seems either concerning or boring, but I had to write this today.
It has been a long time since I wrote something because I was too busy or lazy (mostly this), but this blog will be nice because the words here reflect exactly how I feel.
21 years isn't small, and throughout this journey, I have been through a lot of situations, met a lot of people, and done a shit load of crap. But one thing is that I have always tried to give my best, and maybe that's why I ended up meeting many wonderful people.
Some stayed some left. This blog is dedicated to those who decided to stay. Family and friends are 2 different things for a lot of people, but not for me. I need both my family and these few people to be by my side and listen to me rant, laugh like a crazy person, and handle my senseless tantrums.
I've always tried to be independent, and not express a lot of emotions, but only a few know how crazy I actually am.
No matter how far we live distance has never affected us, or the bond that we share.
I still remember the time when I was at my weakest, and the first person I turned to was one of my closest friends [not revealing the name :) ]who listened to me talk, yell, and cry, but never judged me or made me feel uncomfortable. Our friendship started in 7th grade sitting and spoiling the desk using my scale, and progressed to me sharing my feelings and asking what to do. Every time I meet her it is like meeting a family member. After moving out of my house for college, things didn't really seem great, but none of that affected us maybe because of the maturity both of us had, even last night for example was another such time when I expressed something to her without hesitation because I didn't know how to handle such emotions. I know it seems very weird but thanks for being there and listening to me, and mainly for handling me.
What do I say about accidental friendships, I feel that they are one of the best things to ever happen. Little did I know I'd find an older brother in a person whom I never spoke to in school. He is the first one whom I told that I'd be writing NEET, and his reaction lives in my heart rent-free, and even now he's the one motivating me to do more. Its more like he's adopted a younger annoying kid (I sometimes act like a child in front of him). He's been there every time I need no matter what, never judged me no matter what, and never tried to put me down, but instead helped me throughout my journey until now. Idk what I'd do without that constant support and help.
Ah and college friendships, damn I really don't know what to say!
I've met people as crazy as me (probably more), and probably more than me. These people are the ones who help me survive that place, and the ones who handle me daily, be it for cringe texts, reels, or my mood swings.
I remember the first conversation with each and every one be it about parishrama, old Hindi music, where to go for apron measurements, forensic science, murder, and crime mysteries, discussing the script of our first ever skit in college, drunk dude on the bus, sharing the same surname, thanking for clicking pictures, or talking random bullshit in the lab. Lol
No idea how I got this close to y'all! but I'm glad that happened.
We grew from being cautious to talking shit without thinking and sharing stuff that broke us or made us express those emotions that we never expressed before.
We laughed, cried, stopped talking, cooked up random plans and stories, and got annoyed, but in the end, we were always there.
Some connections are made in an instant and last a lifetime y'all are like that, no matter how annoyed I get or no matter how much I yell at y'all, deep down I'd probably be teary-eyed when I've to walk away from even a single one of you.
My roomies, bench buddies, kiddos, opd 11 members, pengu, Manipal buddies, and seniors you guys are just wayyy tooo cheesy at times, but y'all are family. I'm glad I met u guys.
I'd probably write a whole book so that's it for now, Love y'all, and I'm waiting for all the crazy shit that's yet to happen!