Good Girl / Bad Girl

I am basically a bad person. I think I am . I wonder who will tell me whether I am or not. I like people and I hate them. I love people and I hate some things about them. Is it ever possible to love a person in totality?



For example, the person I think about the most. Treasure. He is my boyfriend. I dont like the fact that Treasure isnt particular about changing his underwear everyday. His " Ganda nahi hai. Abhi toh pehna hai" attitude pisses me off. Thankfully not in his underwear (if you get the joke).

My Mom. She will cook all day. Nice, Tasty, Delicious meals and snacks. All for me. All by herself, without being told by anyone. And then she will scream at me once she is tired. I dont know what I cant digest, her screaming or her food. And I cant decide what I love more. Her food or her antics.

My best friend Pragu. She is my best friend. Sometimes I feel I can tell her almost anything and there are some things which will shock her and she will innocently ask "Huh????!!!! Is that possible?How did that happen?" Its allright Pragu. Different things happen to different people.
You cant imagine sex and I cant imagine things without it. Anyway, I have been to her home, not house, umpteen times and enjoyed myself thouroughly but I can count on my fingers, make that finger, that she has come to my place. I have always wanted for her to come to my BH house, the possibility of which I dont see in the near future.

My father. I dont like talking to him after 3 pegs. He is the gentleman that I love from 7 a.m to 8 p.m on Weekdays (Including Saturday) and 9 a.m to 1 p.m on Sundays.

My Brother. There is not a thing in the world which can shut his mouth for 5 minutes. 5 whole minutes between 930 a.m to 1030 a.m. There is not a person in this world who can make him eat healthy food without it being followed by a soft drink which is sweet. Welcome Diabetes to your next prospective home. I will kill him if he gets any disease. And he will soon kill himself once he becomes bald. And who can forget his Baby Doll a.k.a Kingfisher Air Hostess. She giggles all the time without anyone knowing why. I wonder if the giggle can get them through even 5 yrs of marriage if they do marry or through her next interview.

My dog. I absolutely cant understand why she wants to sleep near our feet when she can have the whole room to herself. She positions herself like Osama Bin Laden. You just cant do anything about it. It is terrorism in broad daylight and at night. If you even think of moving your feet so that she can move you must be the only virgin in any big city of the world who thinks she can get out of becoming pregnant without using a condom.

My Maid. She has big boobs which I actually think you can milk. If that gets a little too gross then you can think that her husband is lucky to have her. And although it appears that she is wearing a decent neck length, you will be in for a treat once she starts sweeping. I dont approve. And her husband reminds me of a Stray dog I used to hate. I actually think he can bite. But I know that he loves her. And somehow I think thats good.

So you see. I cant decide whether I am a good girl or a bad girl.

And I dont know what I want to be.