Off late, a lot of my posts seem to be touching some nerves that weren't meant to be touched..
And hence, the sudden drop in comments. Complete silence has befallen this little, insignificant molecule on cyberspace. Ideally, my most recent posts would have invited a lot of comments and views given their content. But nope, this time around, its added insult to injury or so it seems. It doesn't seem to matter that most of it is fiction mixed with some reality and vice versa about random tales I have heard about people in a different universe. The offended choose to insist that it is indeed ALL about them. Its funny how different people, complete strangers to each other, are all absolutely convinced that each of these posts is entirely about the one complaining. And none of the self proclaimed "victims" of my malice are even aware of the others' existence...
Jeez, talk about being ridden with guilt and insecurity.. But mostly, talk about being self occupied.
Sigh. People. Moments such as these make me think of Somerset Maugham and all his wisdom and insight about people. Of course, I lack all literary prowess and thats why he was Maugham and I'm just me.
