MIND OF A CROOKED MIND

Wednesday, went well, apart from few issues brought about by mid terms exams.

I can not complain as I had prepared well for the Wednesday exams.

After the exams, I stayed in school until 5.00 pm. My best friend Tito had issues with a grade 7 boy. The argument was about, who was to be the likely winner of the English premier league. By the end of the argument no body seemed to convince the other. The grade 7 boy, was fronting for Arsenal as being the league winner, while my friend Tito was going with Chelsea.

My mind was still in wonderland, day dreaming. I had promised myself to clear the my mind log

soonest.

Guys, have few mental exercises which can help you to overcome negative thoughts.  I was taught by my teacher how to overcome this thought. As it benefited me, I guess I should share with you the same that you can also benefit from this exercise.

In the morning, the first thing after waking up, you need to go to the mirror and look at your image, start speaking to yourself. You need to motivate yourself. If this exercise is repeated over a duration of one month, I assure you, you will notice a transformed you. I am starting to appreciate myself and this is turning to be sometime positive in my life.

My crooked mind is directing me towards this beautiful girl. I call her zee. She is a quiet nice looking person. We do not share a class. She is one class behind me. She avoids me all the time; I guess she knows that I like her.

I lack the guts / courage to approach her. By the end  of today, I swear , I will have presented my cards ,I  hope I succeed.

Oh God things did not go as I expected.

At lunch hour, I send a word to zee that I would wish to talk to her.  My messenger was of course my best friend Tito. I had agreed to meet her at the school canteen at 4.00 pm. Sharp. I was early, by 3.30 pm I was already there; I waited for her until 4.45 pm. She never turned up. I don’t know if ever she received my message.

Over the weekend, am going to ask my friend Tito if he ever communicated my message. After 4.45 pm. I left the canteen area and went looking for her. I saw her playing basketball at the court. I gathered all my courage and went to where she was. Funny, she did not even look at me. It’s like nothing had happened. I wonder if she was ever told that I wanted to talk to her.

It’s after this, that I, dejectedly, went home to papa and mama.

What a promising day, that never was. I will fight another day, I comforted myself.

Talk later