Are you listening?

Howdy People!

How’re you doing? I hope you’re doing well!

I stopped writing this blog at my highest and lowest point of my life.

I stopped writing this blog when I developed friendship with people too good for this world; when I met teachers that taught me how to be a human and not just a being; when I realized the true meaning of a family and the things people do in love. I stopped writing when everyone and everything around me fit perfectly. A flawless, speck less art, the highest point of my life.

I stopped writing this blog when my mind went to shit; when I put my everything into others because efforts in myself brought no light; when the light others brought me darkened my vision even more; when I became more extroverted and talked more than ever; Made people laugh more than ever; Cried more than ever, secretly for the first time. A fuckall mess, the lowest point of my life.

Keeping my highs on my fingertips and my lows in my learnings, I’ll write again. Hopefully showing more honesty here than irl.

Riya out!

Peace!

PS- Why is there still 190 people following me, this is intimidating lol.

Vulnerable

“Some of us are so afraid of being hurt, we’ll pass up the chance at someone making us happy.”
But is it the fear of getting hurt or hurting? Because we all know, she’s isn’t here to stay. She’ll make her way into your life, just to bring you down. She won’t get attached. Vulnerability is for the weak. But she seeks the validation. She’ll take you on a ride and she’ll make you believe you’re lovely. But she won’t fall in love with falling. So she won’t risk it. She’ll build up these walls and she’ll kill her happiness. She knows that you’re afraid she’s gonna walk away each time the feeling fades. But she cares for you more than herself. So she’ll fade away. You’re better off without her.
People say “mortals with commitment issues are broken and afraid of getting hurt”. These are also the people who have never been in this scenario before. And so the avoidant dismissive will avoid those ignorant eyes. They’re better off with out her.
And She’ll be her own ” Mr.Perfect” because we all know he doesn’t exist. She’s better off without them.

Strangers

Do you believe in destiny? Do you believe in coincidence? I don’t know whether it was the former or the latter that led me to meet her, but I like to believe it was decided. It was like a movie, still is unreal to me. They say, “don’t talk to strangers!” and they say it for good reason. Yet something drove me to talk to her and it did for good reason. Who knew that a casual text would one day lead to two lives changed forever?

She didn’t believe in herself, she thought she wasn’t enough. But so does diamond in the rough. And if you ask me, I’ll say she’s worth a thousand of those. Probably more.
And me? Well, I didn’t believe in good. Didn’t see it. Or was it my apathy towards the good? Because every time I talk to her, I’m reminded that good exists and that she’s here to show me that.
Crazy how you meet people in the strangest possible manner when you need them the most.
To the person I’m writing this for, just a reminder, I wouldn’t trade you for the world. Thanks for changing my life from 7000 km away. You’re sick as frick.

Algorithm For Happiness

Howdy People!

How’re you doing? I hope you’re doing well!

I have been trying to find words to write this for half an hour now. What a waste of the short life I was not so generously gifted. Or is it a short life? Because what are you going to do with it anyways? Do we know why we’re here? Or are we making it up as we go? Am I really going to be content with a billion dollars in my bank account and a lover or should I leave for Himalayas where a yeti would impart knowledge upon me? Is there even an algorithm for happiness or is it all a hoax?
Ever wondered that maybe it’s not that easy to be content? Ever wondered that maybe what we’ve been looking for outside was always here? It’s hard to make sense of things when we’ve all grown up to have unrealistic expectations of effortless happiness.
Only when I have achieved the things I had wished for, I have realized that we’re all a bunch of chasers running after meaningless treasures when there’s nothing it can give us that we don’t already have.
Regardless, I guess it’s human nature to chase. To be passionate and to not be satisfied. To grow. And maybe someday when we look back, we’ll finally be satisfied, just maybe. Riya Out!

Peace!

PS: I doodled the featured image. I do that sometimes lol

Paint?

Howdy People!

How’re you doing? I hope you’re doing well! Do you like makeup? Or do you like to go natural? I for one, love makeup. I hardly wear make up but if I could, I would definitely have a full face of makeup every day.

There’s all this stigma surrounding makeup and it makes me wonder why we are talking about something so insignificant when there’s so much shit to actually think about. Majority of people you see each day don’t wear makeup to hide themselves or because they are insecure. It’s just because art and painting is fun.
Also, don’t lie to me when I say you’d rather date Deepika Padukone than an average girl. So the next time you criticize makeup, remember that you’re the part of the problem. We live in a world where everyone wants perfect. So naturally if someone looks perfect, it gives them a confidence boost. If caking up makes me go out there and get shit done, then makeup it is.
Encourage people to love themselves the way they are but let them take control of their own bodies.
No one buys 78 MAC lipsticks to impress a guy that can’t tell the difference between Ruby Woo and Russian Red. We don’t do it for others.
It’s crazy how much confidence a black line across your eyelids can give you.
Not everyone was born perfect. We wear Gucci and Prada to make ourselves presentable. Why not makeup? It’s all temporary disguise. We’re still the same people.
There will be people that would stamp labels on you and tell you that makeup is for the weak and insecure. And it’s times like these when you need to remind them that instead of worrying about you, they should worry about their eyebrows.
If going bare face with no makeup makes you happy, do that. And if a full face of paint makes you happy, go out there and let your highlight shine brighter than the sun.
Life’s too short to listen to others.

There’s nothing wrong with a little bit of paint. 👍 Riya Out!

Peace!

 

Dating?

Howdy People!

How’re you doing? I hope you’re doing well. Apparently Valentine’s day is coming up, do you have a date? I hope you do. And if you don’t, fuck that shit, ammrite?!

Dating has always been a very simple and thought out topic for me. But as simple as it is, I find it very hard to explain it to people. And so I thought I’d write about it!

I have never dated anyone. BAAAM WHAT?! REALLY?!!??! HOW?? WHY?!?!

Yeah no it’s not a big deal, I just don’t like dating. It’s just a bit meh.

I mean I dated this one guy for six days in seventh class and we only met twice and then just stopped or whatever.

If anyone one of you reading this have never dated, you would know how annoying it is when people act so shocked or assume you’re super conservative when you tell them you’ve never dated. My personal favorite moment is when people tell me, “I thought a girl like you would have a boyfriend” or “but you’re so pretty?!”. They usually mean it as a ‘compliment’ but it never comes off that way. What do you mean a girl like me?! lol

I, for one, can’t date just for the sake of it. I only like hanging out with two of my closest friends and just the thought of me sacrificing my afternoon nap to drink coffee with some guy that doesn’t know I’m severely lactose intolerant is enough to put me off of dating.

Surely there are times when I forget how to breathe because my crush asked me to lend him a pencil, but every time my crushes or anyone for that matter asks me out, I freak out completely and refuse. And even though I hate myself for it sometimes, I have never regretted not dating. I really enjoy being single and I know for a fact that I am not in a place where I can put any effort into anyone. I also lose interest in people really quickly and it’s just rude to date people and get bored of them in a month, innit?

Some say I have commitment issues and maybe I do. But I’m only 17 and I think it’s better to have commitment issues at this age than to believe your boyfriend is going to marry you or something cringy like that. Talking of commitment, I don’t think I would waste mine or more importantly someone else’s time if I’m not dating them for a stable future, I can’t date someone just to break up with them.

But I understand why people date. It’s better to make memories with someone while you can than to keep thinking about the future like I do. It’s better to appreciate someone even though you might not last, because you might just improve someone’s life even if it’s for a short time. It’s better to experience life with different people or share it with just one person. It’s pretty cool.

So if you’re one of the people that are into dating, do me a favor and give it a shot this Valentine’s day. Ask out your crush, it’s better to get embarrassed than to keep hiding your feelings. They might just agree. And let me know what happens in the comments!

And if you’re one of the people like me that are not about that life, we can all laugh at the people that do take my advice and ask people out. Riya Out!

Peace!

 

Anything But Books Tag

Howdy People!

I was going through some tags and I came across this post by Ritu titled “Anything but books tag” and it made me smile because honestly, we do need more tags that aren’t related to books. This tag is made by Shelley Wilson, so check her out as well! The questions were pretty fun so I decided to give it a go myself. Enjoy!

Q1. Name a cartoon that you love
Guys, growing up, I lived for Phineas and Ferb. Literally the most stupidly creative song ever. Me and brother still uses references from that show. I can still watch it any day.

Q2. What is your favorite song right now
I LOVE anything by Pentatonix and their new Christmas videos have got me on the hook! I also really like Havana by Camila Cabello, it’s pretty catchy.

Q3. What could you do for hours that isn’t reading
SKETCH!

Q4. What is something that you love to do that your followers would be surprised by
Sing? I’m average at singing and though I don’t really talk about it, I do sing for my friends quite a lot. I sound like Dodie to most, but she’s way better than me.

Q5. What is your favorite, unnecessarily specific thing to learn about
America? It’s just always fun to know about what’s going on in that country. Am I being racist?
Also the whole meme culture thingy. I know almost all the memes ever created. It’s not good.

Q6. What is something unusual you know how to do
I can do Tsunami tongue. Don’t google that. It’s gross. But so am I so whatever.

Q7. Name something that you’ve made in the last year
Fool out of myself on several occasions is the only thing I am capable of making. Also, art.

Q8. What is your most recent personal project
I don’t know if it counts as a project but I have started to invest more in friendships with people I care about. I’m usually quite lazy and hardly put in any effort but lately I have been trying to invest more time and effort into my friends. They deserve it.

 

Q10. Tell us something that’s your favorite, but make it oddly specific

Okay this is going to sound super weird but you know that handle on the back of some cars that you hang bags on? It looks like this:

I flipping love opening and closing it for no reason. It sort of rotates when you move it and makes a clicking sound and I swear to God it’s ASMR. Told you it’d be weird.

And on this unsual note, we end the tag! Anyone that wants to try this can write it and make sure to tag me so I can read as well! Riya Out!

Peace!

Introvert

Howdy people!

 

The other day, someone asked me if I were to be alone in a forest, who would I take a walk in it with? (Let me know your answer, it’s a good question)

And to be honest, I would walk alone. Maybe I’ll take a bug repellent with me because forests have scary ass creatures in it, but probably not a human. Definitely not a human.

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? AM I ALONE? AM I DEPRESSED? AM I  O K A Y ?

I won’t completely ignore different possibilities of what that answer says about me, but it’s probably just the fact that I’m an introvert.

WHAT????? AN INTROVERT?????? *GaSpS*

No but really, it’s not as big of a deal as people make it. I just like being alone most of the times. *shrugs*

So what are the symptoms of this condition of Introvertism?

Do you ever feel mental and physically  e x h a u s t e d  after spending a whole day of human interaction?
Do you ever find yourself running away from socializing?
Do you enjoy companionship in small doses but prefer solitude and staying alone?
Do you feel overwhelmed in situations of high stimulation?
Do you feel like you know yourself more than most people know themselves? Are you hyper self aware?
Are you Ravenclaw/Slytherin?

If so, you’re probably an introvert. Welcome to the cult, you can’t leave now.

Is it a bad thing to be an introvert? I mean aren’t we all taught from the start that we should have loads of friends, loads of followers, be in the spotlight and be liked by everyone? Isn’t that the right way to exist?

Sure that sounds fun and all but I’d rather not. Don’t get me wrong, when I’m with people, I genuinely have fun with them (can’t say the same about them) but again, if it was acceptable, I would stay indoors and hiss away people like a vampire forever.

People who know me usually don’t get an introvert vibe off of me because I’m really talkative but that’s just because there’s no use being the ‘mysterious’ kid of the class. If I’m with people, sure I’ll socialize, but it will always be a short time thing. I’ll always be better off alone. Because at the end of the day, mental conversations with self are way better than any conversation with any high schooler.

Are you are introvert? Or are you one of the others *hisses*? Riya Out!

Peace!

Summer in September | Curly pt.3

Behind the plethora of hoodies and unwashed jeans was an old box of shit Curly bought when she had just started her life as an ‘adult’. Those were the days. She dragged it out and took out a dusty old box with a velvet covering. The amount of dust on an otherwise not so old box made her realise that she should probably clean her house.

She took the box into her bathroom and placed it in the sink. Her heart was singing jingles of nostalgia as she remembered all the makeup that was inside the box. She opened it and just like that an hour passed without her realising.

She had a full face of makeup on and for once you couldn’t see the bags under her eyes. The sudden lift of confidence made Curly smile at the mirror. Makeup was fun. Faces make a good canvas.

But it didn’t go with her musky hoodie and leggings. So she changed. It was mid September and everyone outside had their burgundy on. But not Curly, oh no. She had a sundress and the most over dramatic shrug on. It was going to be summer in September.

Curly looked like the life of the party but she couldn’t waste this day socialising. She couldn’t be bothered. Her heart lied somewhere else.

“BOOM” She threw the controller at Joey who sulked at the fact that Curly could win a video game any day of the week. He got up and gave Curly a hand. It was going to be his treat at lunch today. Video games, a friend and good food is all Curly ever asked for, it was a dream come true.

After a whole day of eating, laughing and being extra, Curly couldn’t seem to remember when the time passed. There were moments where she went back into her head; moments where she spaced out; but she brought herself back. Not today Satan.

Curly knew the next day was going to be the same old routine, but for once, she wasn’t sad about it. For once she wasn’t in the future. For once she wasn’t afraid of it. For she knew through it all, she’ll still have fragments of happy things and happy places and she knew that she’ll survive.

Curly sighed and rolled on her back, it was a happy day.

Lights out.

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Howdy People!

I wrote this write-up thingy the other day and it turned out to be quite long. So I made it into a trilogy!

Curly is just a casual write up that I wrote with two prompts, ‘A happy day’ and ‘Pain of alcohol’. I added my own view of alcohol and a fun day and to be honest, I really enjoyed writing this. I hope you liked reading it. Riya Out!

Peace!

PS- I named her Curly because one of my most distinct features is my huge curly hair.

A Change? | Curly pt. 2

Cold water splashes. Two minutes of cleaning teeth and a Nucoxia for the headache. She ate some oats and tied her hair up. It was 7:30 am and Curly still had some time but she put on her flats, ready to leave for work. She got up and walked towards the door.

Black out.

She grabbed the wall to keep her from falling down and blinked a few times until her vision cleared. Hangover rushes are the worst. “Never again” She repeated to herself. Last night was too much. Maybe she should take a leave; she can just call in sick. Not like anyone cared enough anyways. So she sat down and she called in sick.

But now what? The sudden realisation of how uneventful Curly’s life was made her shudder. She remembered growing up believing she was going to change the world. She believed in herself and so did others and yet somehow, somewhere along the journey, she left the dreamer in her behind. Or was she still alive? Caged inside fear of future? Probably. She didn’t want to think about it. She was tired of thinking.

But thinking was all Curly knew. So she thought. But somehow it wasn’t sad this time. Curly had spent twenty years living the basic life. She couldn’t change that in a day. But maybe she could change the day? Might as well.

There was no point stagnating in her sofa crease. So she picked herself up yet again and power walked into her closet. She was going to make this day count.