DILEMMA

Sweat, blood, energy and grey cells- all into an argument of 'Should women wear makeup?'
Every time I come across a defensive fool who blitzkriegs me with his perpetual aggressiveness to the cause of 'why we should never poop at night',all that comes out of my mouth is 'maybe'.
And then I go back and start wracking the internet with absurd questions- 'harmful effects of pooping at night', 'what is the right time for fecal discharge'.
6 hours into the brainstorming, somewhere around 3 am , I realize that by engaging in my fantastic and eye opening discovery of the most fascinating habit of defecating at night, I might have interfered with my day poop mechanisms!!
What if I don't get my calm morning sphincter impulses today!!!
Grabbing the bottle, I gurgle down all of the water in it. I henceforth conclude, that day or night, poop or no poop , water is the ultimate salvation.
Back in my childhood, I dreamt of getting married to a really handsome boy- blame those obnoxious TV soaps.
A few years later, I added money and height specifications to the perfect hubby package.
Now, I've discarded the 'I'll get married' notion altogether.
Too much baggage and I'm already underweight.
You could say that my desires have evolved.
And I acknowledge it.
The point is- an opinion or an idea or a thought should always be gifted with the benefit of doubt.
If we can't offer flexibility to our brains, we better not have one at all!
Today, I feel like gunning down some birds.
Two minutes later, I'll be scanning through PETA archives playing keyboard warrior-go with the pro KFC bandwagon.
Ten minutes later, I'll be gorging into a plateful of steaming hot chicken biryani. Divine. Because fuck birds. Fuck KFC. I only want biryani. Period.
I represent left wing, right wing and every other winged sapiens in between.
I am indecisiveness personified.
So from now on, I don't hold opinions. I will only take stands, temporary in nature, as volatile as ether and as inconsistent as my appetite.
Gracias.
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