When I say I want to travel, I don’t mean I want to stay at resorts and go on tours with tour guides or buy key chains from souvenir shops. I don’t want to be a tourist. When I say I want to travel, I mean I want to explore another country and become part of it for 2-3 weeks. I want to discover small coffee/baguette shops in France, churrerias in Spain, Pasta/Pizza in Italy and much more beyond. I want to walk on beaches in Australia and browse the old book stores of London & Manchester. I want to hike the great wall of china and go cliff diving in Hawaii. I want to meet people who are not like me, but people who I can like all the same. I want to take pictures of things and places and people I meet, not stupid selfies for Instagram. I want my mind to be in constant awe of life on earth. I want to see things with new eyes & an open mind. I want to look at a map and be able to remember how I was transformed by the places I’ve been to, the things I’ve seen, and the people I’ve met. I want to come home and realize that I have not come home whole, but have left a piece of my heart in each place I have been. This, I think, is what is at the heart of adventure and this is why I plan on making my life one. Basically i will retire in my 30s while i am still a PhD research scholar/student & all these are my retirement plans.
Everyone is entering relationship, getting engaged or married or pregnant, then entering depression or their 5-month validity of joy. Meanwhile me & my bestfriend just wanna look fleek, stay single and travel, while building an automotive blog, selling atheleisure clothing & whey protein supplements online. Travel because you don’t remember years, you remember memories/moments.
1.Who live in my city or near my city (max 2-4 hours away). We text whole day. Talk every night. Meet every weekend or we meet at least once in two weeks. 2.Who live in a different continent with huge timezone gap. We text here & there. We talk every weekend. We meet once or twice in a year.
I never entertained anything below these two. That’s the reason most of my friends are my friends since past 1600 years. It’s hard to entertain new people, because people are hella inconsistent with their approach. And consistency is a quality very few people pack in their soul, which soothes our soul in return. Consistent communication is the backbone of every equation.
Thanks to everyone who wished me “HAPPY BIRTHDAY”, who sent a big box of sneakers or a tiny little gift with a card, who knocked my door at 12am, who threw cake on my face, who hugged me from behind, who squeezed me, who slapped my ass, who kissed my cheeks purposefully, who kissed my lips accidentally, who snatched my phone, who made a mess in my living room, who had pizza at 1am with me, who put redwine on my white couch, who went on a late night drive with me, who gave me a head massage & back massage in front of 17 friends, who said “we are friends forever”, & who told me “TAPPIE YOU ARE WHOLE MINE THIS LIFE OR NEXT”.
At the end i must say, I don’t give a shit about birthdays. I am not a 3yr old kid who’s dying for gifts & people around. The more i am moving closer towards my 30, the more i am missing my high school, engineering college or MBA days, sometimes i also think about getting married & pumping 90-95 babies inside my future wifey. Kids are angelic to my eyes, not a secret.
I love you all because i love the vibe. You all make me a better me. Your wishes help me move forward stronger. Your midnight calls make me see a new world. Your energy makes me feel energetic. All of you are adored. Many call me TAP, some say TAPPIE, BESTIE DEMI says RUDEY coz my resting bitch face is hella rude, 3 say DADDY for fun, and everything is accepted that comes with a smile. Still feeling like a 16. Feeling like nothing much has changed in me, the same naughty sporty happy happening beefcake i used to be. Birthdays aren’t that important, friends showing up to surprise you at 12am is important. These feelings are irreplaceable. I owe you all whole of me. (If anyone noticed bit too much of sass in my snapchat stories, JUST SWALLOW IT.)🤪
Every Saturday or Sunday I devote 25 minutes to schedule next month’s posts you see here everyday 7am & 7pm. My friends suggest “I should write more words to elaborate it further or something like an article”. My problem is “I don’t have that much patience or drive to write something more than 100-200 words without getting paid for it”.😜
Still I see few people appreciate what I write & I swear I adore all. My expertise is limited to fields of data analytics, making little money with my business & punish myself with 200 push-ups when I eat an extra slice of cheesecake. Yeah I bake amazing sugar free cheesecake & sourdough pizza every weekend. Appreciated.
Some follow their passion & some follow their person.
Earlier one wins life. Later one may win little love if the other person is on same page, in 2020 chances are still thin to expect truth out of someone’s head/heart.
(Reading all my posts/thoughts one person gets little scared of me sometimes, Please don’t. I adore you my polish bum. Can’t expect/ask more from you. I took my long sweet time or still taking more, hella unsure with it. Because I am still very much in love with money, pizza & cheesecake.😜 You are making my new city’s excitement 2X & I am not even started yet. Muaaaaaaahhhhhhh.)
Anyone who tries to woo me with those cheesy/cheeky texts, remember I LOVE cheesecakes way more than you can ever LOVE me. Another non-negotiable requirement; “Last slice of that pepperoni pizza will always be mine.”
Don’t connect with me to give something. I have all tools to keep myself busy & happy. In case you wanna take/share something from me, drop your ego & please don’t lie. I have learnt two lessons after a long struggle; TRUTH & SELF-INTROSPECTION. I always make sure I am on the right path towards my goals. There are rules I made for myself which I just can’t break.
Be you. Let’s share some good moments with a pizza, cheesecake & red wine. Being a buddy to Tap is more than enough always.
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