The Casual Insanity 

 Love how insane he is.

This introductory post, has nothing to do with anything in my life or yours. It wouldn't impact me, or you in any sense imaginable. It would be long forgotten by you and me, some days down the line.  This is just another post, on just another blog, by just        another guy. Does that give you any solace? Have you made it to this line by now, thinking you can relate to that? Are you judging me already, thinking    I'm trying too hard? Do you enjoy knowing that you aren't alone when it comes to not being able to make a substantial difference? I call it the Causal Insanity. It's always there, when you sleep, eat, laugh, think. It's just casual. And if you've made it this far reading the post which wouldn't make any difference in your life, you are insane. Why waste your time on this? Let's just ignore all those undying needs we have buried deep inside us, waiting to burst out any second, because in some way or the other, the more we achieve, the more we seem to regret. Or maybe it's just me, listening to too much Nirvana, watching Fight Club more times than I should. I am insane. Casually. I'll be a sell-out, compromise on my priniciples and ask you all to stick around, to read this space when you find time, I'm just trying to survive, in a world I'm meant to live in, so let's do that together. I have a lot of copies to find and share, the xerox machine is switched on forever.