The Life of an Ambivert

I used to hold a strong belief that my good luck is often followed by bad luck. Sporadic good luck that is then met with an immediate wave of bad luck.  I was supposed to  have a perfect week. Academically, at least, at my GP posting. The last four days went really well. So well in fact I started to have hope. I made a friend. I was sleeping on time every night. Our assigned doctors were pretty great, as it turns out. I even got to take my booster dose at the very clinic that we were assigned to, due to swift action from our doctor (bless her).  Today, the last day was supposed to go even better. A good 9-4 shift that ends with an outing at the local mall. Everything planned out. Then the unexpected occurs. She can't make it due to personal reasons and was taking the day off to tend to her friend. I got the message from her at one in the morning. Why was I awake you ask? I was woken up by a raging fever (booster induced) that hasn't subsided for the past two and a half ho...

I never thought I would reach one hundred posts. I want to say that I am quite surprised with myself and this feat of mine. Honestly, I'm sitting here wondering how I even managed to 'maintain' it. It definitely doesn't have the slightest semblance to what it was originally supposed to be. I still remember that moment at the wedding. People were dancing and being lively, while I sat in the shadows like Gollum, resolute to map out my entire life on this online diary. These days, people are never content with the answer "No reason". They prefer to eat lies or excuses instead. Oh, why am I not going to join you for lunch you ask?  Would a better answer be that my fleeting depression is making my brain crave a food induced dopamine-hit, and that I don't want to submit to my own mind? I'd rather just not say anything. Not being around people does give me ample time to write a new post so, depression has its perks I guess.

Part 3 We realised that her trepidation towards us was probably either due to anxiety, stranger-danger, Alzheimer's, Parkinson's or a mixture of it all. Or something else entirely.  We couldn't do much by ourselves. We wished her goodnight and good luck and began the walk back home. If part 3 felt unsatisfactory in anyway, it's mainly my fault because it's been almost three weeks since this experience. 

PART 2 Not understanding the meaning behind her question, I ignored her initially and repeated myself. She didn't reply, or couldn't, is what it seemed. As if nothing we said registered, she kept asking if I was Arab. At this point, I started to look around and assess the environment.  Why, you ask? I saw a video where two men were driving down a dark road and spot a woman. She seems desperate and cries for help. While the driver is busy putting on his shiniest piece of armor to rescue the fair maiden yonder, his friend in the passenger seat tenses up and starts to protest against stopping. Three seconds later, their car is surrounded by a group of men, trying to open the doors and break the windows.  They manage to drive away.  I start swerving my head like an owl. Fortunately, my friend was doing the same. Not a single bloodthirsty dacoit in sight. Instant relief. Sadly, as much as we tried she wouldn't answer. Finally, I asked if she was okay. She said she was okay. Kn...

PART 1: Setting is New Year's eve. My friend J.D. and I are walking down a sidewalk after dinner. It is 10pm and there is not a soul in site. As always, I was on edge, looking around to see if there was anything out of the ordinary. And there was.  Ten meters away, a figure stood from us. We were walking under a metal canopy that protects from rain, and that canopy was the only source of light as the actual light from the lamp posts was quite sparse. So. there we were, slowly inching our way towards this 'thing', which was completely cloaked in black. Now, obviously, in normal circumstances, the more rational part of my brain would take over and drive away any notion of panic or worry, but there was something about the way it just stood there, in our path, not moving even the slightest, staring right at us that made me anxious. Maybe it was the lighting that cast an undesirable shadow, maybe it was the unnaturally petrifying stance. Something was off.  We decided to steer v...