No. you shouldn’t be doing this. Then what? Hmm. What is expected of you? Do that.
What your parents expect? What your friends expect? What your wife expects? What your kids expect?
Just do that.
You are expected to come home after your job. Directly. Do that.
You are expected to spend most of the weekend at home. Be it lying idle on the bed. Just do that.
You are expected to smile even when you don’t want to. Behave. Smile.
You are expected to laugh when you are the butt of the joke. Ha-ha. That’s it.
Get up early in the morning. Breakfast. Office. The ugly bosses. Yes. Do that. And don’t take lunch break today.
Come home on time. If there is work, inform. Don’t miss it. After the spanking from office, it’s time for home.
You are expected to pretend that you are waiting for the weekend. Excited for the weekend? Yeah.
Weekdays pass quicker. Monday is like the best day. But don’t you dare tell anyone, you abnormal human being. Friday is the non-nicest day of the week. See, my grammar!
Wake up. Sleep. Alarm. Snooze. You are late. You bloody…
You are expected to enjoy. Movies. Cricket. Football. And you actually enjoy these shits.
You are expected to yawn at long philosophical boring articles and books. But you don’t. Your six senses are only active at that time.
You are expected to date. You date. Then you are expected to marry. You marry. Then you are not expected to date. You don’t date. You are expected to carry on. You carry on. You cannot carry on all alone. You are dependent. You hate group tasks. There is a reason. But we don’t accept that.
You are expected to close your eyes when you kiss. You must moan while having sex. A little at least. Shiver. Orgasm. Have you had an orgasm? That is not an MCQ. The only answer to happiness is yes. What amazing sex you had. But you were thinking what the hell is that?
You are expected to love. But what is love? Is there a universal definition? Is the paradigm of love the same for all? Is there any metric to measure and rate it? No! Then what the hell is that? Is respect love? Is care love? Is empathy love? You are a loving person I guess. Yes you are. But if love is to get clingy, to look in the eyes, and to kiss regularly, then you are not in love.
You are not in love.
You are not present.
You are not in the moment.
You are not here.
Where the hell are you?