Kryptonite

I’ve gone a week and haven’t posted anything. A lot of my reader’s are probably thinking it’s because my grandfather passed away and I’m in mourning.

If only it were that simple. Rest assured, I am not in mourning.

I haven’t posted anything because I’m out of things to say. The last time this happened, I took three months off from blogging. I’m starting to think, I may have to do that again.

Well, I can either take time out or go on some crazy wacky adventures. Unfortunately, crazy wacky adventures are not a dime a dozen.

If they were, I’d be telling you about an adventure where a few of us friends went out for a drive, ended up a 100 kms outside Bombay on some mountain top called “Tigers Point”, where there are no tigers.

This would be followed by us deciding to get high on some grade F hash, only to realise an hour later that driving back in the fog while being stoned and having a voice in your head going on and on about best driving practices.

I mean if this had happened, it would easily be right up there in my list of  ”10 Stupidest Things To Do on A Saturday!”. Fortunately, this didn’t happen. If it did, I would tell you.

So moving on, I’ve spent the last three days trying to write something and have failed each time. For some reason, I can’t draw inspiration from anywhere else. The fact is, I really don’t want to do another emotional post. I hate to say it, but I’m just emotionally drained. OK, not drained, but just overwhelmed with the amount of emotion flying around especially in my family right now.

I have my brother, who moved to NYC and has finally got his life back on track after 10 years. He’s all happy and keeps sending me pictures of all the places he’s been. I especially miss the bathroom I had in my old NYC apartment ( I teared up on the inside). This with the fact that he met one of his long lost sister’s who is very O.G. (Original Gangster for you Not With It people). I love his enthusiasm, but man I’m still in a country with shitty broadband and no wacky adventures. Cut me some slack?

Then there’s my mother, who for some reason, spent a lot of time last week doubting and second guessing the decisions she’s made over the last 40 years. Do you realise how much doubt that must be? I get tired just thinking about it. The most I’ve ever doubted was the decision to eat the third scoop of Rocky Road Ice Cream. OK that’s not true, but you get the picture right? By the way, I did eat the third scoop and I don’t regret it. Only my belt does! Either way, why would get emotional over “mistakes”.

Then we have my Dad, who won’t admit it but is going through a pretty hard time with my Grandfather passing away. I know he feels guilty about the fact that they had been arguing a lot over the last months. I don’t understand why he’s so upset since I’m pretty sure they’ve been arguing since my Dad hit puberty. I just don’t see a problem. Aren’t fathers and sons supposed to argue?

Crazy revelation: I’m certain his Dad was more than grateful and happy that when he passed away, he had his ONLY son there with him. I”m more than doubly certain that he appreciated everything my Dad did for him leading up to that moment. I don’t think anybody would expect more. Trust my family to leave things unsaid until it’s too late.

I’m probably going to get a call today from my Dad once he reads this where he’ll threaten me with the guillotine, but these are the risks of being an intrepid blogger.

I haven’t even mentioned my sister who goes through a minimum of one crisis a week.

Apparently, her parents want her to move to the college residence. Of course, she’d much rather stay in the Paying Guest deal she has set up. I can’t blame her, aside from the freedom of being able to come and go whenever you want, there is also the fact that the college residence has a serious water shortage. This is something I could’ve used when I was 12 and hated having a shower. Apparently, as you grow older a shower becomes more important to you. Go figure.

And then we come to  me. not only do I have to face the daunting emotions of my family but I have my own issues.

For instance, worrying about the fact that I’m going gaga over a girl in a white dress and brown boots.

Sure, I know you think it doesn’t matter and is completely trivial.

Let me tell you, if you want the Manly Man’s Kryptonite? It’s a legal yet younger than morally acceptable girl in a white dress displaying ample cleavage, brown boots and an impish grin.

So if you’re still wondering why I have writer’s block? Take one guess!

It’s an injustice that people call me heartless and claim that I have the emotional maturity of a 2 year old cocker spaniel.