Its been quite a while since I have watched a brainless comedy and have enjoyed it too. Maybe I show too much of skepticism on everything I watch, hear or read. Its never been with me to read for the sake of reading, to watch a movie for the sake of laughs or even read for the sake of killing time. Perhaps there are instances in the reading department where I have deviated from the norm. There are times when I miss the old studying days when all us friends met up for some mindless chatter. Somehow time has become too precious for doing something that is not a part of some agenda. I have preferred staying at home reading or watching TV rather meeting my old friends. Its pretty scary as it would be the initial steps of being a sociopath. Not to mention the fact that most of the times loneliness is rather a choice than a forced meal.
I wonder what its like to be brutally honest about everything? Shredding myself to an extent that every shard screams of truth?