Early in the morn... There’s this guy sleeping, A huge truck runs over him , and he’ll sit up , look around with half opened eyes , yawn , and go back to sleep. The cellphone rings.

"Uhmm.. Hello...yeah Glenn here....mom...yeah.. hi.. goodmorning..yep..had my breakfast.. hmm.. on my way to work mom.. uh ?...got some bacon and toast for breakfast today...yeah.. toast...bacon & coffee...yeah..ye..with butter ...yeah mom yeah.. the juice tooo maaa...yeah...........huh ..nah nah I’m here..ye I had breakfast ma , I had it...ohkkk...yeah i did not ..did not have the breakfast..ok , I will eat something now.. yeah...bbye... I know its late ..bye.. I’ll get serious with life.. I know.. bye mom".

This guy never learns. He still doesn’t know how to balance a balance sheet. and still doesn’t know how to lie to his mom. Now he sees the clock. He looks at the hands of the clock .His sleepy eyes open up and his eyeballs shoot out to a distance of two feet outside his face.

9 days from now, I will be older. Well, technically we all get older with every speck of time that goes by, but it is an official day. I am not very excited.

Maybe the world thinks being serious is the same as being responsible. A guy who looks grimly stiff must be very particular about his work. The world thinks that a guy who looks straight faced is thinking about something deeply important and philosophical. In reality, he may be serious due to the constipation he’s been suffering from. If you look serious enough to be paid to haunt a house ,you are thought to be responsible. You think I’m some spoilt and pampered and insensitive brat yet to face the hard spiky life ? You think I don’t have any worries ? You think I don’t have any bleeding memories ? have you ever heard of this deadly ailment - limphosircoma of the intestine ? Though I am not suffering from this , I have my share of heartaches. I have probably a lot more pain in my ass and heart than most. But its when life threatens to screw you that you need to smile and laugh more. Its not like im putting up a fake attitude when my insides wants to cry. I’m not escaping my pain , i have embraced it , understood it ,taken responsibility of it ,and left it behind. Being miserable is so easy. I refuse to be miserable and serious and intense.