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This is my obligatory September post.

I had had a lot to say as I had one of the kinds of adventures I was often caught in the middle of, back in Pakistan but then I realized even that does not matter. Recent events around the world especially Pakistan would only fill me with disgust if I still had a heart. (Tin Man you have competition)

Riding buses all over town for 4 hours means even less. It is just my life. In a world where lives are worth nothing, why should mine be any different.

Then to some I can say, bleeding hearts are fine so long as they are not worn on the sleeve.
There is not much I want to say, any more.

Friends or people masquerading as friends who only stand up to berate you as a means of defense.. can they be qualified as “friends”? Yep, had one of them incidents too… and then people ask why I shirk from meeting people and mingling. Nothing is sacred. People-kind is profane.

People, events, disasters and decisions though monumental leave you with no words. Cannot promote fund raising, don’t want to be a part of anything – good bad or ugly.

“
Don’t want to lose my shirt
Don’t want to dig the dirt
Don’t want you to get hurt
“
- Slug by U2 – posing as Passengers

“hardness, it sets in, you need some protection, the thinner the skin”