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:

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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!

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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.


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.

Alcohol | Curly pt.1

Heavy breathing. She wipes the sweat off her forehead with her sleeves. “Count to ten, count to ten” she repeats as she feels her chest getting tighter. She knows it’s too late to count; the walls are suffocating her already. She feels ants inside her hands; they’re getting numb. “God damn it!” she shakes her hands and picks herself off the floor, hardly managing to drag onto the bed. She closes her eyes, “Never again. Never again”.

Alcohol had never been a good experience for Curly. Every now and then, someone would come along promising a better experience, but it all ended the same. Try cocktails, they said. You won’t get you drunk, they said. Maybe alcohol wasn’t her thing. People use it as an escape or for enjoying an otherwise grey life but to her it was just a stimulation overdose. She didn’t understand the craze behind alcohol. Why would you want to lose control of themselves? Maybe she was a control freak.

And yet she closed her eyes, wiping away her tears. She’ll deal with life tomorrow. And this time, she won’t slack.

Flood

I’m here to drown you
Slow and steady
Push you off the edgy
But you’re falling already

Eyes closed
Keep down your head
Lie down next to me
For here I stand in front of you
Your lover; the demon beside your bed

The anchor holding your heart down
Caging your ribs
You won’t even know it honey
I am the lies on your lips

You’ll still be hear
And I’ll be near
Waiting for when it rains
For when you remove the tricky tricks
Only skeleton bones remain

The Worst Leader (?)

Howdy People!

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

Today’s post is going to be about a little factarino that I usually never talk about. I try not to think about it because it makes me feel like I’m an asshole.

I am not a good leader. Group projects for me have always been a burden and I always try not to lead to group. I like to think that I’m above average creative and so I do contribute to the group but there has not been one time when I have genuinely looked at a group project and thought, “wow I really like it”. Usually all my group projects are pretty generic and we have to squish all levels of art skills and knowledge into one and in the end it just looks like a huge mess on a paper.

But Riya, if you have so many problems with the project, why don’t you just lead the group and make a better project? Here’s why-

Cause I’m the fucking Satan. I have a guilty conscious and I hate being rude to people but if I am the leader if a group project, you best believe I’ll be the bossiest person ever. If I am ever given the responsibility of something, I go into overdrive and put my 110% into making it look like a masterpiece.

I will block anyone and everyone out of the creative process and the project would work literally just how I want it to be. I don’t care if you grandma died or if you are not good at art, If I want my borders to be flawless, I want them to be flawless.

Group projects are supposed to be team work but under my ‘leadership’ they just end up with me being bossy as all hell and everyone else acting like my slaves. If I’m the leader, I will not stop remaking and correcting the project until I love it. It usually means that if someone isn’t creative enough for the project, I’ll rip them to pieces until I get what I want. And that means that everyone hates me.

Now there are two sides to this. Even though I practically suck the life out of everyone else, I can say for sure, the project would be BOMB. If everything goes according to plan, it would be the masterpiece I want it to be.

But at the end of the day, it’s not team work if everyone is not happy with the work. And so I always sit in the corner unless someone tells me to do something and then I procrastinate it until last minute and submit the average looking project because hey, no one is going to remember the project but they are going to remember me. I’d rather be friendly than productive. Riya Out!

Peace!