Kooky moods and some kookiness
I have been wondering since last night, "what should I write about with K?"
After many Whatsapp messages with Mom, she suggested I write about my "killer mood swings". I like the idea as Tanvi and mood swings are two sides of the same coin. But instead of killer I have used a new word today. I chose kooky. Kooky means strange or weird. (Google it, it's really a word)
K can't believe it's an actual word so I suggest you all look it up.
Incidentally my pet name for K is Kookie, as in cookies/biscuits. But I guess since he is as weird as me I shall now call him Kooky. (sounds the same, so he won't know what I exactly mean).
We all have mood swings I am sure. Mine borders on bipolar disorder I guess. My moods have the reputation of scaring the living daylights out of K and Mom. The Mother is used to my moods and K is finally getting very "very" used to my moods. Your moods swings have the tendency to affect the people you love the most. So the days I get my horrid or lets say kooky mood swings, God save K and the Mother. (Otherwise I am a lovely person)
I feel two emotions at the same time. When something funny happens, I laugh (obviously) and in a split second I start crying. When the funny instance is occurring, at the same time I remember something horrifying, thus it makes me laugh and cry simultaneously. (Kooky, I know. Does it happen to you'll?)
Sometimes I just randomly dance to get attention, or I sing in my worst possible voice. These are attention seeking tactics when I want "bhav" from my Mom and K. I used to do this with my pet Toulouse too. He always gave me attention, especially when I started dancing weirdly. He would wag his tail, thus encouraging me to create more atrocious steps.
Also when people I love are peacefully sleeping, I have an unnatural desire to disturb them. It's just because I am not sleeping peacefully so I feel they shouldn't too. Hence I will throw something on the floor, like a bottle or a book. Or else I will just go and wake them up. I used to tickle people before to wake them. I tried it with my Dad once. I bent over to tickle his foot and got a massive kick on my face. He claims he did it in his sleep, but well I am sure he meant that kick. So now I do not tickle anyone in their sleep. Mom and K both have Maradona feet. Thick and strong. One kick from both is enough to kill me I feel.
My other standard mood swing is when I just do not want to talk to anyone. This happens often. I hate people and as I am getting older, my hate seems to increase. I just do not feel like talking to anyone sometimes. There is so much to think and do that I feel talking is just a waste of time. That's when I go into my shell. I just want to be left alone. This lasts for about half an hour, sometimes one hour. (I feel its normal more than kooky)
One more kooky fact. Last one I promise because I am sure you do not even care about my kookiness. I eat Tic-tac in even numbers. Remember F.R.I.E.N.D.S, it is Monica's quirk too. I only eat two of them, sometimes four. Never one or three. (Even K doesn't know this)
So enough kooky crap for now. Peace!
PS- I am a chess lover, so here is a "knight" inspired K doodle.