This and That I finally finished the first volume of Sherlock Holmes' great mysteries. Some were good, but some were definitely over-rated.
For some reason, I find myself pondering over unnecessary issues as I lie in bed at night. I tried everything- from thinking of better things and happier times, to concentrating on the sounds I can hear. But all in vain. As a result, I dream of all the possible horrible things, and I'm usually in a grim mood when I wake up.
Isn't it strange how a person generations and continents apart from you can make a difference in your life? Bit is it the right thing? I have always been taught to be friends with everyone, socialise, interact, but not to get too "close" to people. With this in mind, most of my friendships will be considered foolish and imprudent! But I try to follow my heart (if I may use the cliche), but it doesn't always work out for the best, does it? I think I belong to a family of sceptics, and I scorn their views on friendships, yet I'd say I'm a cynic!
Strange are the ways of life!