I have been told I like rounding up my write-ups with a nice dose of tragedy.
It is 3 in morning and I am all geared up for an investigation into the darkest recesses of my blog archives (read: lot of exaggeration).
2009 – One suicide bomber (read: death), children sold by a wretched father, a child murdering his parents for attention, a murderous clown, riots and bloodshed inspired by them, one died a gruesome death from cancer.
2010 – A child who overdosed on knowledge and ended up in an asylum, more memories about riots, life in a war zone, a father dropping his newborn baby from the top of a roof.
2011 – This year’s write-ups surprisingly have no horrible endings.
2012 – There are deaths, yes – but not so dramatic.
So, have I become mellower with time?
Or is it just that the drama of a shuddersome end doesn’t appeal to me any more?
I just hope it is the latter.
I like to believe I’m a cheerful person.
… or you know, maybe, I took this learning lesson to heart and hence, filtered out all the drama (found this while I was googling for an image for this post):