Complaints of a troubled soul
God I want to have a word with you. Are you there? Ok good. Firstly tell me, why have u sent me here? Why? Nothing here matches my expectations. Not even my parents let alone the world. They are not my kinda people. We have serious compatibility issues, which will only grow with time. How can they be my folks? There is some gigantic error here. Because they seem to think exactly the opposite of what I think. Did I get switched or something?
Just yesterday I got this eyebrow pencil using which I trying the Krishh look. Maybe it was lookin a bit different since I didn’t have a mirror in front of me but then there is something called as innovation right? My simpleton mother who obviously could not grasp my plans did not even let me complete the design on left half of my face. She just snatched the pencil. Do I snatch her lipstick when she applies a bright orange shade on a red colored dress no matter how much my heart sinks after looking at that sight?
And they do not understand the difference between Baba & Baaa Baaa. Are only these two with learning disability or this is a limitation of my species? And please convey it to them (through dreams or hallucinations whatever you please) that Cerelac is not a food item for human beings. I do not grab the bowl to eat more but to throw it away. There are many more complaints but right now I have to wake up since I am feeling a bit hungry.
