Interesting name for a blog post, isn't it? I'm obsessed with pickup trucks. Especially the diesel guzzling 90's "rusty" stick shift trucks. There's something about these trucks, probably the aggressiveness and the coolness associated with them, that makes them stand out from the bazillion other automobiles out there on the streets. Pity we have a scarce supply of these mean machines and don't get to see them much on our Indian streets.
This post isn't about trucks. Neither is it about their feeble presence on our streets. This post is about a person who made a difference in my life. Lemme get straight to the story. Some people are like a breath of fresh air in a putrid stinky crapper. My stinky crapper of a life got its share of fresh air last year when I bumped into her on a social game on Facebook. The game allows the players to create an avatar and roam around and do weird jobs and interact with fellow players in the virtual world. A kind of a getaway from the perils of the real world. Being an introvert jitterbug afraid to face the problems of the real world, I was a regular to the game, logging in almost everyday. I'd just log in and stand in a corner on the virtual streets and wait for at least one person from the herd to notice me and speak to me. I was lonely, and I desperately needed someone to talk to. Over the years, I had made a few buddies in the game but I don't easily connect with people and so the conversations used to be limited. (I'm an eccentric bozo who gets carried away a bit too much when speaking about heavy metal/rock music and my other interests, often forgetting that people aren't a least bit interested in listening me gibber about all these things. And I hate everything mainstream and people love everything mainstream. Get my point? Call me socially repellent or a misfit if you wish but I legit find it hard to fit in) So yeah, where was I? ah, so she spotted me in the rabble. And we just clicked! She thought I had an attitude problem at first but she started showing interest as time passed, often following me and dropping by at my in-game dwelling (yeah I even had a nice suburb home in the game. Sounds stupid, I know😆😵). Time passed and we began to speak more and more each day. She said she was from Down Under, I believed it. Believed everything she said, why shouldn't I?. I was smitten. She was too sweet. She understood me better than anyone had in a long time (Parents always do but I can't share all the things with parents, can I? it's really awkward). She didn't lie. She indeed lived there amongst the joeys and the jills and the boomers. She was a nurse by profession and I think that's what made her so compassionate and understanding. Had the patience to listen to me rant and complain about almost every other thing in the universe. Guess what? I fell for her and we began talking every freaking day (doesn't take much to make me fall in love haha). Pure hearts sure aren't easy to find these days. I even told her about my dream of owning a "rusty pickup" and living in the desert in a shack or a cabin, Mojave to be specific, and soak in the view of the setting sun from the beat up bed of my pickup every evening (told ya I'm eccentric). Out of all the peeps who know about my dream, she's the only one who thought it was awesome. Although reluctant at first, we eventually took it off the game and began speaking off the game and lo, she could sing so well! I thought I had found my love. I didn't need anything else.
But bloody circumstances, you know. Things never work out the way you want them to and naturally, didn't work in my case as well. So, here I was, again left alone in my rusty pickup dream. It hurt. Sharp needles piercing the heart. Safe to say she's one of the best persons I've ever known. Inspired me in ways unimaginable. She's now like a mentor, inspiring me to keep pushing and waddling in spite of all the hurdles in the path. Sort of a guardian angel I'd say. However ridiculous it sounds but we've never met and I don't even know how she looks like in real life. I adore and respect her. You can't really decide who you'll meet or come across in your life and how big of a difference that person will make. It's all written somewhere. Fate is at play. She indeed left a lasting impression. Everlasting. All you can do is embrace every person you meet on this one of a kind wild roller coaster ride called life. There's something good to learn and take from every person you meet, even if the person does you more harm than good, even from an asshole who looks down upon you. Hell, even from a mofo who tries to jack your ride (don't dare ask me how. why'd I even write it? 😂). I don't think I'll ever be able to forget her. And to be honest, I don't wanna forget her. Like a footprint in wet sand. A footprint that reminds me of all the good things that the world has to offer. Did I just write wet sand? ah, reminds me of this sweet track by the RHCP. Gonna attach a link at the end. Fitting track for this post. Mere coincidence. Check it out if you wish. Cheers.
RHCP: Wet Sand
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oabjND9QW8Q
This post isn't about trucks. Neither is it about their feeble presence on our streets. This post is about a person who made a difference in my life. Lemme get straight to the story. Some people are like a breath of fresh air in a putrid stinky crapper. My stinky crapper of a life got its share of fresh air last year when I bumped into her on a social game on Facebook. The game allows the players to create an avatar and roam around and do weird jobs and interact with fellow players in the virtual world. A kind of a getaway from the perils of the real world. Being an introvert jitterbug afraid to face the problems of the real world, I was a regular to the game, logging in almost everyday. I'd just log in and stand in a corner on the virtual streets and wait for at least one person from the herd to notice me and speak to me. I was lonely, and I desperately needed someone to talk to. Over the years, I had made a few buddies in the game but I don't easily connect with people and so the conversations used to be limited. (I'm an eccentric bozo who gets carried away a bit too much when speaking about heavy metal/rock music and my other interests, often forgetting that people aren't a least bit interested in listening me gibber about all these things. And I hate everything mainstream and people love everything mainstream. Get my point? Call me socially repellent or a misfit if you wish but I legit find it hard to fit in) So yeah, where was I? ah, so she spotted me in the rabble. And we just clicked! She thought I had an attitude problem at first but she started showing interest as time passed, often following me and dropping by at my in-game dwelling (yeah I even had a nice suburb home in the game. Sounds stupid, I know😆😵). Time passed and we began to speak more and more each day. She said she was from Down Under, I believed it. Believed everything she said, why shouldn't I?. I was smitten. She was too sweet. She understood me better than anyone had in a long time (Parents always do but I can't share all the things with parents, can I? it's really awkward). She didn't lie. She indeed lived there amongst the joeys and the jills and the boomers. She was a nurse by profession and I think that's what made her so compassionate and understanding. Had the patience to listen to me rant and complain about almost every other thing in the universe. Guess what? I fell for her and we began talking every freaking day (doesn't take much to make me fall in love haha). Pure hearts sure aren't easy to find these days. I even told her about my dream of owning a "rusty pickup" and living in the desert in a shack or a cabin, Mojave to be specific, and soak in the view of the setting sun from the beat up bed of my pickup every evening (told ya I'm eccentric). Out of all the peeps who know about my dream, she's the only one who thought it was awesome. Although reluctant at first, we eventually took it off the game and began speaking off the game and lo, she could sing so well! I thought I had found my love. I didn't need anything else.
But bloody circumstances, you know. Things never work out the way you want them to and naturally, didn't work in my case as well. So, here I was, again left alone in my rusty pickup dream. It hurt. Sharp needles piercing the heart. Safe to say she's one of the best persons I've ever known. Inspired me in ways unimaginable. She's now like a mentor, inspiring me to keep pushing and waddling in spite of all the hurdles in the path. Sort of a guardian angel I'd say. However ridiculous it sounds but we've never met and I don't even know how she looks like in real life. I adore and respect her. You can't really decide who you'll meet or come across in your life and how big of a difference that person will make. It's all written somewhere. Fate is at play. She indeed left a lasting impression. Everlasting. All you can do is embrace every person you meet on this one of a kind wild roller coaster ride called life. There's something good to learn and take from every person you meet, even if the person does you more harm than good, even from an asshole who looks down upon you. Hell, even from a mofo who tries to jack your ride (don't dare ask me how. why'd I even write it? 😂). I don't think I'll ever be able to forget her. And to be honest, I don't wanna forget her. Like a footprint in wet sand. A footprint that reminds me of all the good things that the world has to offer. Did I just write wet sand? ah, reminds me of this sweet track by the RHCP. Gonna attach a link at the end. Fitting track for this post. Mere coincidence. Check it out if you wish. Cheers.
RHCP: Wet Sand
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