Last but not the least

Are you wondering why my title looks like this? Right, you should. Unlike my every other blog this one will say exactly what I’m trying to write. Or you can find that by the end. 

I created this blog in February 2020. I assumed I would waste my time in lockdown by writing things, experimenting. And I'm not complaining. I got way too much time that at a point, it became overwhelming. The 1st blog was really very simple and I don't even get this, why did people like it? Now that I see my past works, I kinda laugh! Like, bro what was wrong with you! Go, practice vocab. But the nicest thing here is I didn't get even a single negative feedback and you people didn't even tell me if I should progress at this, or add more at that. 

I procrastinated for several months, umm okay, a year! Fine! I mean that's what we all do. Our moods change. Very platonically. If I'm on a roadside, eating Dahibara, and you can see I'm happy but I'm crying due to the heavy chilly the vendor put, there's a 100% chance that I'm in a super grateful mood & I would write a 2000 word article for you. But once I reach home, throw my shoes, I'm directly jumping into the bed, and even Timothee Chalamet can't stop me. 

I'm sorry if I told you earlier this blog is going to say exactly what I am trying to say. You know, I can lose a sentence very easily, and jump into another really quickly. Anyway, where was I? Yeah, my blogs! What mattered for me is even in a short span of time, say a year, without giving any effort, this poor blog was liked and shared! I can't thank you enough for that. The messages and comments were pleasing. It might sound crazy but I have screenshots of each comment. It kind of used to make my day. I would visit the blog every hour to see the chart, how many people viewed & from what source. The feeling was overpowering, and I felt loved that people liked my work. It used to get 400 visitors a day, and I don't even have 4 real friends lmao! 

Sometimes I became conscious of my words. Because by now, some of the family & relatives got to know about the blog. Ngl, I never tried to put expensive or impressive words. I have only tried my fellow friends to feel what I feel. Like, funny, like, random, like extremely normal & casual. Even now, I'm not even thinking before writing. I am covered up in a blanket, the TV is on to avoid quietness, and my mother is doing something in the kitchen. I can't smell anything because I have a cold, but I hear sounds. It's probably upma! Fuck no, it's just the milk on the stove!!!! 

So the least I expected from you to like it, to accept it. And it got more love & affection than needed. I hate myself sometimes, why I didn't do more about it, why I didn't write more often even after you asked for it, why I didn't maintain a calendar, why I'm so lazy & pathetic! But I can do nothing about it. My getting-bored from a thing is constant. To avoid it, I continued changing themes, letters, layouts, and cover pictures. Eventually, I found I am not satisfied. I am never going to be. I don't even know what I'm looking for. It's just my head spinning & blood rushing to always do something crazy, witty, and fairly adventurous. 

So…..the thing I'm saying is, I'm ending this. I mean the blog. Metaphors & Meteors, kind of a name, huh!! I might have spent days finding a perfect name. Who cares? I'm quitting this blog thing. I'm annoyed that I want to post something at night, and the next morning it doesn't sound as interesting as before anymore. I am not deleting this though. I would keep it for my future babies, to look into it, and I would make them find how many grammatical errors I made, and we would all laugh at my poor language skills!!