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A Weird Loner !

Pondering on the reason for one's existence is hardly the sort of thing one ought to be doing these days. But, there being nothing really worthwhile about life, about being alive, or even about feeling alive, this is just the kind of futile occupation that appeals to loner's of my sort.

So here I am, by my favourite watering hole, listening to the silence of eons. Maybe I am weird, like some nice people have kindly pointed out. What they have not been able to point out though, is the reason for my weirdness or anybody elses weirdness.

I guess, sitting by all by oneself, by the side of a sullen lake is weird. Fine. So I am a weird loner. Thank you very much. That is what loners are !

Anyway, I haven't posted anything at all for a long time. Even my best friends seem to have given up on me.

It is tough being a loner. It is tougher being a weird loner.

Comments

Anonymous said…
W-E-I-R-D
Anonymous said…
W-E-I-R-D
Pradeep VM said…
Actually there was a reason for that spelling. Maybe someday I can blog about it. But thank you, anon.
Marie said…
Q. What is the chief end of man?

A. To glorify God and Him forever.
Pradeep VM said…
marie, thanks for the comment. I guess you have a point there.
Anonymous said…
I too have pondered this questions numereous times. Though I prefer to do it beside luminiscent blue lights.
This is what I come up with

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