Technology is a wonderful thing, or is it? Few years back, I was not interested in online shopping, I swore I would never end up like my friends who always ordered online. But, here I am in the liminal stage of being broke by online shopping. Bought three new books and a bag online because I couldn’t sleep. I have become one of those people who shops unwanted things (not books or bags, sometimes I order unwanted things). Guilty as charged.
If it was 2005 and I couldn’t sleep, I would have read a book or listened to music or even watched TV, but now my phone shows me all the things I would love to have, even gives me suggestion on what I should buy.
I can’t tell if I’m in charge of my phone or vise versa. Every time I’m bored or traveling or have a little free time, I end up browsing Facebook, Pinterest or reading online even though I have a book in my bag. I know I should stop if I’m over doing it, but once I see my Facebook friend, whom I have not spoken to in over 10 years, posting pictures of herself in “Paris”, then my crazy self takes control and wants to see every photo of this “friend” and soon I end up liking her pictures even though I don’t like it one bit.
Well, my point being, technology is causing more damage than we know. I miss the good old days when my bank account had good numbers and when there was no online shopping and I didn’t have to see photos of a person I hardly spoke to, pouting in front of Eiffel Tower, when I can’t even afford a trip to the super market.
The Daily Post- Liminal
Three thing I am always satisfied with is, of course the title gave it away, clothes, food and reading. I always buy good clothes, it’s like I’m investing my money on something that will make me feel wonderful, so why not do a good job at it. I keep myself updated with the latest trends, but most of the time I don’t follow the trends. I always end up buying comfort clothing but super gorgeous. You can’t be satisfied if your feet hurt horribly because you’re wearing high heels or if you’re wearing something so uncomfortable that you need to visit the restroom every hour. Be comfortable is my motto in life.
Now coming to food, well we wouldn’t be alive without it. I’m more than satisfied with it, especially during festivals. The food gets yummier and I get fatter ( it doesn’t rhyme but it’s the truth). I’m pretty sure the daily post came up with this prompt because of Thanksgiving. Well, my appetite was fully sated this festival.
Well, reading fills me with excess joy. I love jumping into the world created by writers everywhere, I especially love reading stories on Wattpad (not that I don’t read real books, I have read Charles Dickinson’s books thank you very much-it was boring by the way, current favorite- Fangirl- Rainbow Rowell) because these are “wanna be writers” trying to write their stories for the first time and I love encouraging them because well, I’m also a “wanna be writer” and know the pain of people criticizing and demotivating with very article or story. That’s one of the reason why I’m always satisfied with my writing and with almost everything actually because maybe others wont be, but you can always be sated.
The Daily Post: Sated
Everyone talks about love as being this sweet and wonderful feeling that they get, when some boy/girl or family member they like a lot are sweet to them. It’s a feeling, but its a chaotic feeling. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all about love, I find beauty in a confused and disordered love affair. I mostly find simplicity in it. I know it sounds contradicting, so let me explain.
Love is the most simplest thing on earth, but we, the people complicate it so much that we often use the term “lost hope in love” or that “love does not exist for me anymore.” However, the truth is that everyone confuses the word love with “hurt”, especially when they go through a heartbreak. Your hurting because of a betrayal, death, or any other reason it may be, but not because you loved.
The feeling of love comes from within you and you connect this feeling to various things, like you boyfriend/girlfriend, parents, your hobbies or any other thing. But that’s where everything gets chaotic, you give someone else the power to control your feelings. You set expectations for your loved ones, they need to remember every anniversary and buy gifts or they need to know how you’re feeling without explanation or something else. When they don’t or if they forget, then blame love for it.
When people are happy, they connect love with “immense joy”; when they are sad they connect it to “awful” or any other horrible word. That’s the specialty of love though, it’s just one word, one emotion but connected to many emotions, it’s chaotic.
The Daily Post: Chaotic