I am not a moody person seriously, I am writing after a very long time you know why?
because I was in a mood to write it. ( but I am not moody)
There exists a time when I used to be moody and yes due course of time I changed my
nature from arrogant to the first who initiate the things and when I did it, I find that
despite everything its karma who decide the things ( and yes karma is a bitch).
I found that people were still saying that Its upon my mood,
I never initiated things before and called Moody, Now I initiate things without
hesitation but still known as Moody.
My heart hates complicating things, then why am I exactly that- a huge lump of
complications? My brain hates paradoxes, then why am I exactly that- a bundle of
contradictions?
Am I weird? Why am I weird?
Are we all this weird?
“If being weird is the absolutely normal, then is it that being normal is the absolute
weird?” the subconscious voice continues to haunt me, leaving me with a single mind-
boggling question- Am I weird or am I normal?
