People don't understand me....

That's right.People don't understand me.Perhaps its because I have portrayed myself as a character not-worth-understanding,or as someone whom nobody can understand.

Some people are scared of me.They say so themselves.I guess that fear is all thanx to my explosive temper which is as violent as it is unpredictable.Yes,thats not a good trait,and I am working on it.But since I have been labelled as a hot-head,people don't see the efforts that I put in to change that image of mine.*Sigh*

Others think I am childish.Well,I am pretty much proud of being childish.Not many old people can be childish,and nowadays not many children actually act their age.:P.
That has two consequences: 1.People don't often trust me when they give me some work. 2.People trust me too much and give all their works for me to do.Not that I complain.Never.

The remaining people think I am rude,boorish(whatever that means!),and well too much straight-forward.Now do you expect me to smile politely and tell a lie when someone insists that I tell the truth? If they can't face the truth,then shouldn't ask for it. :P

The right people who really know me know that I am a confused person.Nothing is planned,and I face each day as it comes.No regrets.Perhaps a few scratches here and there.

"Can't you ever change?" is a dialouge I often hear.Earlier,my answer was a big NO.But nowadays,it has changed to a more subtle "Can't you see I am trying?"

See?Nobody understands me! :P

My first post....

Hello to everyone....

This blog has been many days before actually...but I was very much busy doing nothing.After much insistence from my friends(who are actually responsible for this blog),I have finally managed to sit in front of the computer and type out something called My First Post :D

So....where did this interest in blogging come up from?From my friends of course!(How can I forget that? :P)

Sometimes I feel that I am the only listener left in this whole wide world.Because before I say Boo,the people whose ramblings I have been hearing and sympathising,would be gone.Vanished.

Sometimes I think(Yes,I can think!) my identity is lost.Of course there have been problems with my life which I would not like to talk about (not for now,at least!),which should have made me pretty much tough and wise and mature,but the 3 words are pretty much NOT to be found in my dictionary.

So,to seek refuge from my own thoughtful whirlpool in my head,and to sort out my thoughts and feelings and distinguish them (Because many times I don't know whether I am feeling or thinking! :P) I am here to pester you all,and you have to give attention to this little-big-boy-gone-mad.

Err...don't be scared,I am not really too mad..just a wee-bit crazy.

Cheers...have a happy week ahead! :)

P.S:
I guess you all are confused as to what I really wanted to say by my first post.
But let me assure you,I am more confused! :P