I can’t let my mobile battery go down below 20%. For me that is low battery.
I won’t be ashamed of happily sucking on a lollipop on the road.
I don’t like writing for commercialized prompts or contests anymore. I do like to take up prompts and challenges but not the kind where you write a post about some product without even having used it. And that’s just an example.
I can’t eat rice for dinner to save myself. Rice or rice-like dishes. On the other hand, if you give me Dosa for dinner everyday of the year, that’s just fine.
I won’t spare my weekends for anything, especially the Sunday evenings. I have a list of chores to be done and then relax. The Sunday evening is my week’s respite. It’s the me time.
I don’t need an anonymous blog with an audience after all. I do have an anonymous identity online but it’s just for me, like a filter. That’s just my space. Some posts from there might find their way here based on the relevance of the context and my judgement. Others, well let’s just say they were meant to be written not to be shared.
I can’t tolerate if someone folds the clothes inside out just as it came out from the washer. It bugs me until I fold it correctly.
I won’t stop reading Harry Potter, even if I have read it thousands of time before.
I don’t stand rules that have no logical backing or that have gone obsolete. I need all my questions of ‘what’, ‘why’, ‘how’ to be answered if you expect to follow some rule. At the least, I need to figure out an explanation that satiate me.
I can’t say no to chocolates. Cadbury is where it is because of me. [I think they should give me some special discount]
I won’t be as naïve as I once was. So if you know me from before and know me now after a gap, don’t think I’m the same.
I don’t like people who overdose on boasting about themselves. Narcissism has its limits and you better know it if you want to be around me.
I can’t survive a day without spilling. One hour into wearing a new white dress, you can find a spill on it. Whether it is cooking or eating, the kid in me spills. No, I don’t have shaky hands or nerve issues. That’s just how I am.
I won’t stop believing in love, however hard life makes it.
I don’t get answers to some of my desperate questions and I don’t know why I don’t get them either. Life better have some pretty good reasons for this.
Until later 🙂