Bad principles and mediocrity

#1 Do whatever you feel like doing and whenever you feel like it.

#2 Don’t care about what others think about you.

The second principle protects the first. And both of them lead to mediocrity.

I was doing laundry the other day and realized that I haven’t bought any new clothes in the last 3-4 years, except for underwear and shoes. That sounds weird, even to myself. That doesn’t sound like “I don’t care what others think”. It’s very much in the “I don’t take care of myself” territory.

I don’t use social media. I don’t even post half the things I do here, in this anonymous blog. Do I really not seek validation because I think I’m better than everyone? Nope, just checked, I feel like a piece of shit.

I religiously give half a month’s paycheck (~4.17%)  to charity every year. But I would never mention a word of that to anyone in real life or participate in any social charity events at workplace. All that matters is that I know that I did some good. But I bet you, people at my workplace think I’m a stingy heartless guy for not participating in their charity events.

I go to work at 12 PM almost everyday. Some days, I work for three hours and leave home. My job is pretty easy and always gets done on time. My manager doesn’t mind. I have taken 29 “work from home” days this year alone. Could I put in my actual 8 hours a day and climb the ladder faster? maybe. Is it worth it? absolutely not.

Being dirt poor, all I wanted ten years ago was to finally relax and have some money to splurge on food and gadgets. I worked hard for that and I have it now. Why should I not take the time to enjoy what I wanted in the first place? Why do I need to always run this race, this never ending quest to get to a better place?. I’m 27 and watch anime while stuffing my face. That’s what this man-baby currently equates to “living in the moment”. And that’s Ok.

After putting in few hundred hours, I’m now a mediocre guitar player. I can play a dozen fingerstyle songs from the top of my mind, but with mistakes. I occasionally spend ten hours learning a new song and just when I get to playing it properly, I quit the song and move on to the next one. I’ve been thinking, maybe if I just posted guitar videos online and craved for validation, I may have put in the extra effort and become a better guitar player.

Being mediocre sucks. I really need to start kicking ass.

Goodbye old friend and hello, anxiety!

My last flatmate just left and he’s moving to a different country. Incidentally, he will be my last friend in the city. I just realized that I’m probably never going to see him again. Man! after staying together for 6 years… I am all alone now, in an empty three bedroom apartment with so many memories, while hunting for a different apartment.

There’s a thought that’s been bothering me for sometime. I’ve lived in a few cities but never could consider any one of them a “home”. A home would be a city that I knew inside out. A home would be a place where I could count on seeing familiar people everyday – the same flatmates, friends, the friendly barber who recognizes you, the old man and his dog across the street. Have you seen those tv shows where characters regularly show up at the local coffee shop or pub and everybody there knows them?

Maybe I should get the heck out of this city and search for a place which is “home” for me. Maybe I did not do enough to make that happen for me here. Where do I go from here?

Being alone is a strange thing. I’ve given up on the fantasy that anyone is going to fall head over heels for me. I have few really good friends though, but none nearby. I really can’t socialize, plus I’m an introvert. That’s a really great combo sometimes. I’m really lost aren’t I? Why don’t they teach socializing in school? Seems like the only thing that you would remember or actually apply in adult life.

Aspie rant

Today I asked someone to “please” not to spam to my email inbox. They responded back rudely, rather unusual considering that person was a “Program Manager”, whose entire job depends on communication skills. What sent me in a spiral was the remark that I was “strange and weird”. Of course, like always I keep myself “normal, calm and composed”.

Everybody sees me as the guy who avoids social situations and doesn’t talk to anyone. The guy who sits with headphones on throughout the work day. The guy who eats lunch alone at 3 PM when nobody else is around. I’ve gotten comments from every manager I have worked with, that I am very good technically and very detailed in analyzing problems, but should talk more around people.

I’ve met a thousand people in my company. Believe me, I’ve looked for signs, there is no one else like me here. One in sixty eight? Is everybody good at faking it or did they not make it here? I’m not ready to become a corporate poster boy.

Just don’t remind me that I am different, because I did not ask to be. Its hard enough leaving the safe confines of my room every morning, dragging myself to the office, telling myself to maintain eye contact during every conversation and not to lose focus every five minutes because some people decided that they needed to have a discussion literally one feet away from my desk. Mirroring helps for maintaining conversations. Initiating one is a completely different beast to tackle.

I am happy to have come this far by just identifying and adapting to situations. I am lucky to be in the right career and right mindset. Just not in the right country, I guess.

What the fitness?

Hi, I am 27 and I sprained my shoulder lifting up a bucket of water. And recently, I couldn’t climb twelve floors of stairs without stopping once. I fucked up.

Twelve years ago, I was doing karate three times a week, sometimes playing soccer, was in the national cadet corps and was cycling kilometers to and from school. These days, I am wiped out after 5 PM even though my entire work involves just sitting and coding.

To my body’s credit, I haven’t put up a lot of weight. And all the weight I have gained is in my belly. Just a skinny dude with a paunch. I am against body shaming, but I see all these people at work having a blast working out everyday and can’t help but feel a little ashamed. I don’t really care about looking good or getting buff or being able to run 20 kilometers (like WTF coworkers?). I just want to be able to climb stairs and lift buckets of water.


Do you even lift bro? I am getting tired lifting my own body weight, mate!

Solo in Siem Reap

Solo in Siem Reap

It’s been a month since I *secretly* traveled to Cambodia. I am lazy with my posts, but better late than never.

2017 had been a shit show for me. Have you heard of the quote “every recall is a re-frame”? It means that every time you recall a memory, you modify something about it, based on the mood that you are currently in, before putting it back into your brain noodle. So, if you think about your darkest times when you are happy, you could possibly make that shitty memory a little bit better. I am no psychologist but I didn’t want to remember 2017 the way it was, I guess. It has always been good for me to do something crazy once in a while. And visiting this place has put me in a good mood for a month.

Anyway, never have I been so excited for my birthday. I wanted it to be memorable and so bought the tickets to Siem Reap couple of months back. Temples, pubs, street food and friendly people all around, I was completely blown away by the experience!

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This is it folks! This is MY year, right here.

Not even kidding, I GOT THIS.

Have you ever woken up one day feeling that everything is possible again?

That you can clench your fists tightly again and feel a rush of strength in your body?

I have always thought that a better version of oneself silently exists within, constantly guiding and teaching right from wrong. I feel that I have to become that person now. Is this part of growing up? Am I just another snowflake spewing his own bullshit views over the internet. I don’t give a shit!

I must be growing up.