Writing about this one is actually quite easy for me. ‘Cause I face this situation almost all the time. It ends up pretty embarrassing most of the time because, they either have answers which I don’t wanna give away ever, or I’m stumped thinking of answers for them.
And they’d normally be about the mistakes I have done in my past. As a kid and as a teenager, I mean until the time I reached university, I was a pretty mean person. Someone who would do anything for attention. Almost anything. Without thinking. Plus I was so much for drama, and mischief. And, in the end, either I’d have harmed myself or put myself into disgrace or would have hurt many in the process. I have many such scarred memories, I tell you. So when people I meet, taunt me or pull my leg about one of those incidents, and ask me why I had done that, I’d end up cringing red with shame and embarrassment, and would also be stumped at the same time for lack of answers, because, I’d never really have any. I don’t really know why I did whatever I did, and can’t think of a reason to explain/justify myself.
Yep, that’s my story.