When Dream and reality does not meet.

Its weird when your cognitive organ portrays a euphoric event/scenario/relationship/occurance in your mind, and yet reality speaks otherwise. A sense of the hard solid earth hits your face, and wakes you up from your coveted fantasy, and you regain composure, and ask...why would i even think in such ways.


I feel fragile.
I hate the feeling that i might be rejected any moment.



I thought about this on the way home...
A guy who is willing to say sorry just to save a friendship, even if he isnt in the wrong, is rather honorable, because saying sorry to a guy is...as good as saying, 'I am a loser'...figuratively (Varies from guy to guy, but most probably somewhat the same sentiments across all gentleman on this planet), maybe that example is a little too extreme, i cant think of a better one, but its totalyl different from a girl's sorry.


The impending feeling of rejection.