Dear diary,I realised something about myself today. That I get bored very easily. Not like bored in a day. Bored overall. Now it may be hard to comprehend, but my only problem is, I cannot stay attached to one activity for too long.
When I was in 1st standard, I took up playing catch-catch with my dear pals, but got bored out of it. So in my 2nd grade, I switched to beating the assembly drum. I got bored out of that too soon enough, and then switched to skating. I tried all kinds of skating like quads but then skipped to inline because I got bored of four wheels in a rectangle. Till I reached my 5th I grew out of the whole idea of skating and switched to horse riding. In my 6th class I picked up table tennis which stayed for a while and in 7th i switched to drums and rapping for the school band. In my 8th grade, I had a new obsession, my synthesiser, which stayed for another year after which I shifted to raipur. I picked up badminton in my 9th and switched back to table tennis in my 10th. Well, in my 11th and 12th I was just too stressed out to pick up anything new other than my studies. So I picked up poetry. I did play the unusual volleyball at times but that was nothing more than just a mere pastime. In my 1st year of college I joined one of the magazines at SRM and caved my way into content writing, only to find out that I was bored yet again. 2nd year of college I picked up the guitar which has stayed with me ever since, the reason being totally unknown to me. But yet there’s a little dude inside me that keeps screaming, “Pick up something else. Experience everything. Try other stuff.” So in my 4th year I switched back to content writing, only in a different genre.
This habit of mine, to try everything that this little world has to offer, is somewhere eating me from the inside, yet keeping me alive. It’s not like there haven’t been any constants through the years, but those constants have all had a price to pay. This habit has grown into an obsession.
Now I know it’s too much to ask, but please tell me, oh! Dead little piece of paper. Am I right ? Am I right in assuming that I am capable of handling whatever the universe throws at me? Am I right in choosing something that only a restless mind would choose? Am I only doing it because others won’t? Or am I just too self-obsessed to see that there’s something wrong in the way I live my life? I love my life, I really do, but I’m not sure if I love it because of what it is, or because it isn’t what everyone else has.
Ps: my latest obsession is video editing.