I was attacked.... ....by my mind
"You lazy creep" my mind shouted at me. I lowered my head submissively. "The blog world is blogging with billions of blogs per day. Why cant you continue your blog?"
"I seriously do not know what to write about" I said.
"Write about something that you know about. Say, computers.. sports... girls... movies... your pathetic life... your profession.... about anything you want."
"I have a computer. But i have nothing to say about it. I love sports but i have nothing to say about it. I wanted to write about Harry Potter and GOF movie but i did not see it. I am in a profession and i have nothing to say about it. I dont have a girl to say anything about and my life is not worth writing about."
"You are disgusting...."
"mmf.. mmf. mmf" I began to cry
"Stop wimping, you.... you... wimp. Look at your cousin Diraj. He is blogging in a regular basis. Your friends are blogging in a regular basis. and you have nothing to write about?" mind frowned at me.
"Well, (sob), I could write something about you!" I said to my mind.
Mind stared at me for a while.
The frown slowly changed. A small smile emerged from one of its cheeks. "Thats good. Thats Very good. Yeah!. You can write something about me, after all, which i deserve. Its time i deserved and got some recognition world wide."
I looked at it. It was beaming with a happy face looking at the horizon. I could see the face was filled with pride.
"Should i write good or bad about you?" I asked.
It gave a sudden and sharp look at me. "You will do as i say and write what i say. Else i will leave for good making you suffer from Mindless Body Syndrome".
I felt like a slave in its hand. I nodded like a puppet in its control. I obeyed. I wrote this post.
"I seriously do not know what to write about" I said.
"Write about something that you know about. Say, computers.. sports... girls... movies... your pathetic life... your profession.... about anything you want."
"I have a computer. But i have nothing to say about it. I love sports but i have nothing to say about it. I wanted to write about Harry Potter and GOF movie but i did not see it. I am in a profession and i have nothing to say about it. I dont have a girl to say anything about and my life is not worth writing about."
"You are disgusting...."
"mmf.. mmf. mmf" I began to cry
"Stop wimping, you.... you... wimp. Look at your cousin Diraj. He is blogging in a regular basis. Your friends are blogging in a regular basis. and you have nothing to write about?" mind frowned at me.
"Well, (sob), I could write something about you!" I said to my mind.
Mind stared at me for a while.
The frown slowly changed. A small smile emerged from one of its cheeks. "Thats good. Thats Very good. Yeah!. You can write something about me, after all, which i deserve. Its time i deserved and got some recognition world wide."
I looked at it. It was beaming with a happy face looking at the horizon. I could see the face was filled with pride.
"Should i write good or bad about you?" I asked.
It gave a sudden and sharp look at me. "You will do as i say and write what i say. Else i will leave for good making you suffer from Mindless Body Syndrome".
I felt like a slave in its hand. I nodded like a puppet in its control. I obeyed. I wrote this post.

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