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I tried to be Funny.

You know how there are some people who are perennially on a high? Like the moment they wake up in the morning, they are full of zest, armed with a wide smile to face the day? The ones who also happen to be the first to message a "Goood Morningggg" on the family Whatsapp group.

Don't such people annoy the hell out of you? 

I, for one, struggle to even get out of my bed on most mornings. The moment I wake up, I need to gather a couple of minutes to fathom how groggy is my head and count how many of my joints and muscles are sore. The next few minutes are then wasted scrolling through social media, hoping to find some sort of inspiration to face the day. Alas, my feed gets hijacked by posts from these so called "motivators" or "lifestyle influencers". 

I dig my face into my pillow and muffle a loud cry.

Speaking of influencers, does a constant flow of motivational content on your feed inspire you? or do you also feel demotivated on watching someone consistently urge you to exercise, read or invest? It feels like you’re being nagged, even though you aren't. Like our bosses at work - who proclaim to not micromanage but silently judge your every move in the background. Sometimes, these influencers just feel like a gamut of narcissists who are showing off their hard-earned bodies and well-perfected skills to invoke a feeling of jealousy. Meh.

Wikipedia describes narcissism as a mental disorder - a term which originated from Greek mythology, when a young man name Narcissus fell in love with his own reflection in a pool of water. So are you trying to tell me that when he looked at his reflection, his thought wasn't;

"Yuck! my nose is so fat!" 

"Look at my tummy rolls"

"If only I was a few feet taller"

Instead, he marveled at his beauty, admiring the sharp contours of his nose and slender silhouettes of his body. I can imagine him sipping some wine and spending a romantic candle-light dinner all by himself at a table besides this water-body, celebrating his first anniversary when he fell in love with himself. 

As a child, the only definition of anniversary that I was cognizant of was my parent's wedding anniversary. I never knew it could be used in any other way.

Recently, I was texted "Good wishes to you on your birth anniversary" and I wondered, 

“Why would you want to look for a way to complicate a simple Happy birthday message?”

So the next day, armed with a motive to prove that I too can sound fancy, I texted "Top of the morning to you!" To which I received a humble "Good morning" in response. 

"I win!" I yelped with a fist pump and posted a screenshot of this conversation as a story to my Instagram. I kicked off the blanket from my legs and jumped out of bed reiterating to myself; 

"Goood Morningggg”









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