Ah, it feels good to be clean again. The drug was ingrained in my system and it took the good people in rehab a full 8 days to get it out. I sometimes think that blogging isn’t a bad addiction to sport, but, at times, it just becomes too much of a responsibility.
i couldn’t think straight. Everything I did, I used to twist them in a way that I could write a post about. Once, when I held my breath for a whole five minutes and turned a shade of blue and thought that I would write a post on this, I knew something was dreadfully wrong with me and that I needed a break. I checked myself into the MirrorCracked Rehab Center For Lousy Addicts. It worked wonders.
The last straw that broke the camel’s back, or rather, pushed me into rehab was the fact that I fantasized about writing a post titled “Imagination Land,” in which, I thought of writing about my experiences in Imagination Land and in particular, the incident where I kicked a traffic cop in the balls and landed up in jail. But then, thanks to the last vestiges of common sense, I shelved the idea and checked myself into rehab.
I don’t know how many of you would have done the same if you were in my shoes, but if you were in my shoes I’d pity you. Not because the shoes would be too big and you’d trip often, but because carrying on the mantle of God’s yo-yo has its pros and cons, something that only yo-yos can handle. But anyway, enough of my rants. I have decided to get back on the wagon (or is it off the wagon) and start the addiction all over again. After all, this isn’t injurious to health. Is it? 😀
Rehab is for quitters, anyway! 😀