whaat?? nooouu!! wait....... full of fuckk!!

If the title made no sense to you then i don't blame you. If you work in a certain company which calls itself Areva- which by the way, is not a girl's name- and could not understand the title, then you're a moron! This *points to title* is about the only fun thing i see happening at my office. Its thoroughly amusing to see someone self-fuck their own mind right there in front of you.

This image epitomizes the phenomenon of a mind full of fuck:

I went up to Sajid sb. today and asked him where the hand drawn room layouts for Sarfraz Nagar were. I wanted to say Shahdra, but i said SN by mistake; it was an honest mistake, but the impetus it provided to Sajid sb. was uncanny. First he looked at me like :|. Then he started rummaging through everything he owned, all at once! (What makes the whole thing so interesting was that there were no hand drawn room layouts for SN)... after about ten minutes of rummaging through everything in his 3x3 office space, he put his hands on his head, made the Jackie Chan 'my mind...!' face and started staring into the distance...

I told him soon after that i actually wanted to say Shahdra, but that expression of his was enough to get me through the day today.

Sometimes these days, my mind gets full of fuck too... I think about so many things, about me, my friends, family, country, other countries- not ever in any specific order. Its mostly about me, i question myself, or sometimes I'm just confused about what to do next; its mostly that. I question my lack of ambition, my lack of spirituality, and general lack of direction. It bothers me mostly when i juxtapose my situation, or myself with someone else. I make a conscious effort not to do so, but as soon as I do, I'm like 'noooouuuu!! my mindd...!'