Hippopotamus, nay.

Its about to be midnight. Just few minutes away. I am tired and i have an early day. Yet i feel like typing. So here i am, doing the most random thing, typing. I talk. Non stop. Incessantly and i am sure irritatingly. But, what do i care. I just talk. I like to sing songs. So despite the fact that random or otherwise people are sitting in my car and i still start singing and jerking my shoulders in a manner which appears to me to be oh so cool but i am sure which looks like i am unable to stand the sweat on my back! I like taking long drives. It does not clear my head, but it takes me to places away from home and everything known. So i indulge in it.

I realized somewhere in between of all of that above, that i do do things that have no basis or requirememts, but simply because i like to do them. And yet, at almost all of those instances of doing what i want to do, i am just thinking about how i am unable to do what i want to do. And that my friend is the definition of a hypocrite. So meet me, the hypocrite.. Nay, not the, A hypocrite. Cause i am sure i aint the only one.