2 posts tagged “sober”

I don’t love you when I’m sober

And I don’t care when I’m high

You can say what you want

I’m not goin to sit here and cry

I promise not to follow

You can go your own way

But don’t expect me to be here waiting

I don’t intend to stay

Sober.

It’s such a funny word. Where in the world has it come from?

So-ber. Ber? Now that’s a weirder word. Weird that its jus a letter short of something, which if you consume too much of, you won’t be well... sober.

I like to believe it originated from the words “so boring”, which is what I find life to sometimes be. Oh yes, life’s interesting most of the times, but every once in a while, you find yourself in your room… sooo-bored…

You have the music you love but have heard so many times you know when the guy stops to breathe right before screaming his lungs out, and you know jus how many times he says “ohhhh” in a row. Of course, the scariest being when you know what song is going to play next and its jus downright creepy when you know how many seconds will pass before it actually does!

Then you have the book. The one which you know cover to cover and people have been threatening to ship you off to Moscow if you don’t stop quoting it; particularly along with the page number. For some reason, this creeps out most people. I don’t understand why… Have they never been this bored?

Maybe it’s because we have project submissions in less than a week and everyone’s working really hard. As my friends have often pointed out, I could be doing that. I should be doing that. And I would be, were it not for the slight issue… I’m bored. Which brings us back to the word (Why does this sound like a famous line out of a famous musical?... Oh wait, never mind) - Sober.

So what do you do now you’re so-bored? Sorry… Couldn’t resist that. Anyway, at times like this, you’d do anything for any inebriating substance to flow through your system, especially your brain. But all you find when you reach out is the same music and the same book and as much as you hope and pray otherwise, the words remain the same.

Then you sigh, doodle, stare at the wall, play another game on your comp, hoping it’ll end some other way, but of course… it doesn’t. You pick up your phone and see you’re just as broke as you are “ber” and as much as you plead with it, it doesn’t ring. At times like this, there are only two things you can do. 1. Begin typing out the paper which is due in a week’s time… or 2. Go on a futile hunt for brain cell killing substances.

Here, I doodle, play another game of solitaire, sigh at my screen, stare at the wall and curse being sober.

The vicious cycle never ends.

Anyway, I’m off… The futile hunt awaits…

Note- This is all written under the influence of things I advise you strongly not to write under the influence of.