Atypical Cranky

Atypical Cranky

A Story by fattycbreezy52

Has the day changed or the continent?
I am no longer the one I used to be.
I frown at the world, make faces at them. People instigate me to mock the frivolities of the world and then I counter- attack these same people asking myself, "Look, whose talking?

I was born and cast in a different mould.Every muffin has a different colour, every cake has a different icing.
and now you'll say that much clichéd dialogue, "Not all fingers are same."

I cannot dance but sing well. However, I could never give that singing audition. Not because I have a social phobia but I am just lazy to find the location on Google maps and reach there.
I have a car in the parking lot but I cannot drive.
Well, I may be lieing about driving but I am not a good driver, true that.
Who said I am cranky myself?People annoy me.
They agitate me.

Like clothes, I have my taste in people as well.
What am I?
A deviant from all your norms?
What norms and what regulations?
I laugh at you because you all are so typical and
Same.

© 2016 fattycbreezy52



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this is interesting and I would love to read more, I didn't quite know were it was going to it kept me hooked til the end, good writing

Posted 1 Year Ago


fattycbreezy52

1 Year Ago

Thanks buddy;)

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Music,dancing,singing,acting,dubbing,writing and playing with voices are my areas of specialization/existence. Being a Literature student,my love for Keats,Coleridge and Blake led me all the way to t.. more..

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