Hyouka

I've been watching anime like crazy lately. Ya ya, I'm old enough but I do like it. What's your point?

Anyways I'll explain what my point is right here.

"Hyouka" is a Japanese anime I came across randomly. And I'd like to admit I was wrong about judging a book by it's cover. It is something! It's set in a normal environment with characters who are ordinary like anything. But it got so interesting that I didn't sleep today at night just because I did not want to stop watching it. And also it's my weekend, so excuse me.

But the reason for writing this post is deeper. There's this plot where they are discussing about this publication which was named "Hyouka" and solving a mystery as to why. Turns out there was a serious commotion and the person who named it Hyouka named it as a pun. I'll explain. "Hyouka" in Japanese means edible ice, Or ice cream in English. The lower intent was banked around the idea of "I scream". It's so sad. And it makes me infuriated because I freakishly relate to this. Where your words have a meaning. And everyone knows. But no one says anything. And it just makes you feel pathetic. And others ashamed or embarrassed. But the moment dries away from their life, while you live it over and over for no good reason but only to blame yourself because you're too nice to complain.

I'm not talking about me here as such. I mean I relate to it. And I may have been through it. But there are so many people who feel this way at a point in their lives who understand it clearly but like me don't know how to get over it. I do not have a solution either. Maybe we were meant to go through it. Maybe it teaches us something in the long run that I haven't figured out yet. Maybe it's just rotten luck. Who knows? If you figure out someday, I'm all ears. :)

Sign of the times

It's a song by Harry Styles.

I'll let you know how I got here. Where I am right now, at this hour.

I was searching for something traditional to wear on an occasion. And I randomly came across a dress I liked. I moved on. Then this song started going on non-stop in my head. And I thought I'll listen to it instead. Much more improvement than the one in my head. On playing the song I realized how it came in my head. The dress I liked, was named 'sine of the times jumpsuit' apparently.

So about where I am at this hour. Nowhere out of place. Just in my bed, trying to sleep. But the issue is, I keep raising the volume of the song. Mind you, there's only one song playing. On repeat. And since I have to wake up early, I have to sleep! But instead I'm increasing the volume like there's no tomorrow. I want to be sane and listen to my mind. But my impulsive being trashes it away. So I'm just doing what I am right now, ignoring my brain functions. Weariness in my eyes. And summer heat. The song makes it all better actually. We forget about it all if we immerse ourselves into music.

'We gotta get away from here!'