Why?

Why why oh why do I always end up with the wrong sort of people?

Wrong = PSYCHOOOOOOOOOs.

All the friggin time. And the best part is that in the beginning of it all, they come across as some of the most sorted out, sane people the Earth would have ever witnessed. Then a little later, one after the other, day after day, you realise... Man, they're gonna drive you crazy.

Lets talk about this chick I met, who I was to meet somewhere in this world this very month. She was the woman I practically looked forward to each day for coming, or going wherever she is, well, to be with her.

Sometimes, she meets with an accident, sometimes some relative of hers passes away, sometimes her bank calls her up and demands that she must send 11k absolutely immediately from another country because of the credit dues and that they're not willing to wait three day which would take for her to send her the money from one country to another, and apparently all he friends are abroad too so I am supposed to ask some of my friends pay the bank, sometimes she is a model, then the next month she is a photographer and the vey next she signs two movies, then a relative of hers calls her after 15 years, and she leaves everything including the country indefinitely, then when the relative is about to die, she says she feels like singing, sometimes her alcoholic father calls her up, in fact, finds her number from the "high commission", coz she changes her number practically every two months, but the father finds out somehow and starts abusing her left right and centre, all her friends are gay... all of them.

How do you put up with all this? Answer: You don't. You run the first opportunity you see no matter how much in love you think you are. You DO NOT jump in a well for anybody.

Then lets talk about this other chick who I got to know through blogs and was supposed to meet in Delhi. The first chat we had, she spoke to me like she was my chaddi pal or something, and in fact, I had to tell her to slow down. She would religiously come on chat, talk to me, tell me how great a friend I had become of hers, and how he would just adore meeting me when I come back to Delhi.
10 days before I am about to land in Delhi, she disappears. Vanishes.
I land in Delhi, find out through a common friend of her whereabouts, and apparently she's left the city. I call her on her cell, and a Jaat gavaar woman picks up and in shit Hindi tells me, there's no one by that name on this phone.
I call back the common friend, and the common friend says that that chick sometimes did that... that she used to get major "mood swings".

Mood swings??? that you start talking Jaat bhaasha and say you are not you????? These aren't mood swings man. Thse are clear cut signs that you need some serious help.

What do you do? You are damn glad she disappeared befor you appeared.

Then this other chick. Man, you guys should have seen the way she usd to mail me, becase in her office MSN, Yahoo chat and all that jazz was behind firewall. So we practically used to chat on Hotmail, talking about how we're gonna party, and how excited she was and all that crap.

I land, and I hardly get a call from her. I mean I am right here and she says she works practically every weekend and can't get off, and that she'd TRY and might be able to meet me sometime near Christmas!
It's like soooo fuckin weird.

No one has time here. Everyone's just so busy with their insane lives, and insane minds. It's like they like you, but only when you're in another country. They like you from a distance. You come face to face and unki phat ke haath mein aa jaati hai.
What do you do? You pray... that the next peson you ever talk to is NORMAL.
You wanna ask me what's normal? Ask me.
Normal is normal. That's the only way I can answer this. Normal... a person who's normal... mentally.

God... send me a one this time...a normal one... please... I'm really willing to wait... forever.
Actually I don't think I have a choice this time.