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It's all linked.

Note: Before you read this crap, let me remind you that I'm insane, and this post is COMPLETELY RANDOM.

So, someone made fun of me again. Why am I not surprised? It's not that I make a clown of myself. And it occurred to me- Tit for Tat. I had read this in a story long ago, probably in class two. Anyways, I just thought of and analyzed the fact that whatever I do seems to happen again to me. Unexpectedly. Well, (this is embarrassing) I threw a bottle in the direction of my teacher, which didn't hit her, and the next day someone threw a bottle at me, which didn't hit me. If I criticize someone, I get double the criticism. And in one of my idiosyncratic mood, I realized that every time I just can't avoid it by terming it to be a coincidence.
     I complain of people always choosing me as a target for making fun of, without any reason most of the time. I get agitated and violent. But it never crops up to me that the one I make fun of, without any reason most of the times, may feel the same. I complain of people calling me a black crow, but never think of the girl  I call a hippo. Doesn't she feel flustered? Doesn't she feel that the world is after letting her down? Doesn't she feel insecure and neglected, like I do? Perhaps she does, but they remain unspoken emotions. Her happiness, her negations...all untold unbosoming. When we hit a tennis ball on the wall, it comes back to us., with double the force. And apparently it is true. Very true indeed.

P.S.: Please read the note again which I have mentioned in the starting of this idiotic post.

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