The Yes, the No and the Can't Say

If you observe people and patterns you will take note that some people are always OK with things- available for a quick drink, up for an unplanned road trip and have no strict preferences on cuisines. Some others are wet blankets, resistant to change or a new hangout, at their hang-uppy best all the time, always ready with an instinctive 'no'. There is a third compartment of people too, those who have a problem committing to just about anything-the kinds who need a minute to decide whether they want their burger with or without cheese, the kinds who'd give out a 'hmm' when you're looking for a definitive yes or no, a typical trait of theirs is heavy usage of words like 6ish, brownish, inappropriate, kind-of, we'll see.. and the likes.

While the buddy who's always game is your caffeine on a bad winter's morning, dig a little deeper and you'd be entertained by the fact that her most oft-used means to get out of relationships, a casual social gathering which intercepts her shopping plans, a birthday lunch which coincides with a day at the spa or a friend's bachelorette because she is too lazy to wax, so far has been to stop taking phonecalls, hand over her phone for other people to answer or even change her number, each time assuming that the person on the other end would get the hint :). In their defense, we have phenomenal writers like J.R.R Tolkien who believed that escapism had an element of emancipation in its attempt to figure a different reality. 

A killjoy may be driven by logic in the parallel world which exists in his mind but to you he may seem to be possessed by the spirit of a miffed 5 year old. He just might avoid a European jaunt because weather.com predicts mild rainfall, a stick jaw at night because he'd have to brush his teeth again or wash his hands off a fabulous deal because minor issues like utility and frequency of use begin to do the shimmy in his mind. Infact they are on such a trip of their own that they refuse even to consider that a Valentino dress or a louis vuitton bag would be an investment passed on from one generation to another. What saves them is the commonsensical, down-to-earth and seasoned projection of a pragmatic thinker. The left side of their brain is embedded with tenets and precepts while the right side is wired to choose the strangest combination out of these for them to creatively state reasons for not doing something and baffle people they know, yet again.


Type 3 delude themselves into believing that the world will wait on them. The kind who always want to have the option of curling back into bed, putting on their dancing shoes or throwing on a snug stole and walking out to watch a play. They hoodwink you into thinking that they are the ones who stand strong on their word, however in reality its nothing but a disclaimer absolving them of any responsibility. I wonder what will become of their modus operandi when find their cosmos shrinking with age and the constraints which come with it as an appendage. Loneliness they say does'nt leave you many options... 


Given the number of people who fall in the above three leagues whats off-colour here is balance. Balance is placid. But I'd rather have the waves crash into rocks or feel them pull the sand from under my feet.


P.S:People who are always game, keep their word and show up on time are the ones who don't really have a life ;)