Silly Hunches

Things I read, think, dream, watch will be posted here. Posts may not make much sense as they are often based on instincts rather than knowledge. They reflect past thoughts and not necessarily current ones. Don't take them too seriously.

[sillyhunches]

real life ghosts

In real life you meet a lot of people. Usually it starts with a simple hi, and in a few seconds that stranger becomes a known face, maybe even an acquaintance. If you talk for a week or so, they might become a friend. But most of the time, those strangers circle back into strangers again. And even when we end up ghosting each other either intentionally or unintentionally, we can’t erase the words or stories they left behind.

One such person, let’s call him a ghost. I met him accidentally. I’m not charismatic about which people wanna know about talkative.So I just ask them about their life. And eventually I run out of things to say. But when someone talks to me, I listen with full interest. Somehow, out of nowhere, he started telling me about his insecurities. And one of them stuck with me.

He said whenever he takes a taxi, the driver talks to him, as most taxi drivers do, and it makes him uncomfortable. If the driver speaks a different language, has a different skin tone, a different ethnicity, the discomfort sharpens into anxiety. He didn’t unpack the whole suitcase of childhood trauma or parental shadows, but you could sense there was more beneath the surface.

Think of it like snakes: not all are venomous, but who wants to risk a bite when you don’t know which ones are safe? Comparing humans to snakes isn’t fair, just because they’re different. But that was his perspective. Maybe he lost someone to a snake bite, I don’t know. You get the idea.

I was getting comfortable with him. He used to greet everyday , and I come from a family where “good day” and “good evening” are foreign phrases. He shared more personal things. He seemed wealthy, at least from glimpses of his lifestyle, but underneath he was just another human with insecurities stitched into his seams.

And then one day he stopped talking to me. Maybe because of something I said. Maybe he didn’t want to stay in touch. Maybe he thought it was only him talking. Maybe it was my dark humor. Maybe he has problems. Maybe I was rude. Maybe it’s his hobby, telling people his insecurities and then cutting them off. Maybe it’s his coping mechanism. May be I failed as a friend. I don't know. May be he was indeed a ghost

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Hidden Demons

You know what’s scary in a relationship? You can never be sure what demons someone’s got in their head and whether they’ll stay locked up till death or break loose after a certain age

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I used to think love was a matter of mileage. That if you spent enough hours side by side—shared dinners, lazy drives, endless binge sessions, affection would bloom. Love at first sight? I dismissed it as pure lust.

I once raised a chick from the moment she hatched. Fed her, protected her, watched her grow. When it came time to kill her, I couldn’t do it. The others? Fair game. But her I’d grown attached.

So when I lived with someone for nearly two years, I assumed closeness would breed connection. We built routines, shared space, even laughter. Then one day, I learned they’d fallen gravely ill back home. Might not make it. I felt bad for him, obviously. But I didn't cry. I was more yeah part of life... poor guy.. like we think of soldiers dying in the trenches, yk

That moment shattered my theory. Maybe proximity isn’t the spark. Maybe twenty-four months is just not enough. I’ve come to believe that real attachment doesn’t follow a clock. Sometimes, it takes years. Sometimes, just a glance. So, yeah maybe love at first sight isn’t a myth

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Ghosting Duties

My brother just brought home a golden retriever puppy. It’s a bundle of floppy ears and excited yips, every tail chase and snuggle feels like pure joy. But picturing myself daily potty walks, monthly vet visits, make me bolt.

I prefer to live by whim: spontaneous road trips, sunrise drives without a care for feeding schedules. I’d rather admire a dog from across the room than rearrange my life around potty breaks and training sessions.

On top of that, I can’t shake the conviction that we’ve domesticated dogs into lifelong dependents, rewriting ten thousand years of evolution so they fit our sofas and snack routines. We crafted creatures who rely on us for every meal and pat; I believe in freedom, for them and for me, so why imprison a creature in my routine?

It’s not just canine responsibilities that make me bolt. The prospect of having another human in my life terrifies me just as much. Of course,, I want to change this thing

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Flaws and All

You know, sometimes I wonder what’s wrong with me. People usually highlight their good qualities to make themselves seem appealing, but not me. Instead, I choose to reveal all my bad qualities, almost daring others to still like me. Maybe it’s because deep down, I believe there’s someone out there who will find goodness in my flaws.

I mean, seriously, why on earth would I tell a sports enthusiast that I couldn’t care less about their favorite game? It's like I'm testing people to see who can embrace the full spectrum of my personality, dark quirks and all. Perhaps it’s my deranged and twisted way of finding the genuine connections that accept every weird part of me

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Cafe Chronicles

coffee is overrated. that's it

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Judge-less Talk

From a young age, I was constantly told to be quiet and not make any noise. I often accompanied my parents to work, where I was strictly forbidden from making any sounds. Fast forward a few years, I was home schooled, which meant I never had the chance to make friends in kindergarten. When I finally started attending school, I never stayed at one school for more than a year due to my parents' frequent job transfers. All these experiences contributed to my quiet nature. This is what my friend believes he thinks my silence is a result of my upbringing. But honestly, I'm silent because I have nothing to say about his new girlfriend. I'm like Ferb. At least, that's what I believe.

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Indoor Sunglasses

I understand the whole "protect your eyes from the sun" thing, but indoors? Come on, folks! If you're talking to me indoors, please take off your sunglasses. Or better yet, just call me, no need to meet in person if you're going to hide behind those shades!

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Unspoken Sighs

Sometimes, when someone asks me how I'm doing, I just want to spill everything. I want to trauma dump on them. But why do I feel this urge? I don't want to be that person who brings down the mood, the wet blanket that dampens everyone's spirits. Besides, what can they really do? Offer a few words of consolation? It won't change the facts of life. Maybe it's because I crave understanding, or perhaps I just want to feel less alone in my struggles. Maybe it's a devils' plan. Maybe I'm falling a victim to weakness. I guess I'm not the only one like that. I assume, most of the times people say "I'm fine," it's an unspoken sigh, or maybe not. Maybe I should start sharing my problems with random trees, but I'm worried they'll wither from the burden of my woes. And I don't want to be the reason a tree dies!

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Not Forgotten

There's a unique joy when you realize you're remembered by those you once briefly interacted with, like at a shop, bus stand, airport, or even online. It's like finding an old photo that brings back warm memories. But then, there's a bit of sadness because you can't remember the exact words or jokes shared. It's like trying to recall a dream that fades away. The details might be blurry, but the good feelings remain

[filthy-rat]

stop putting touchscreens in cars and get to the features people actually want: oscillating vent fans, visors that move automatically to block the sun, and the ability to fire red koopa shells at people who change lanes without using their turn signal

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Familiar Faces

Have you ever had that moment where a face looks so familiar, but you just can’t remember where you’ve seen it? It’s been happening to me a lot lately. I see someone and instantly think, “I know this person,” but then… nothing. No memory of where I might have seen this face. Imagine this: You're at a social event, and across the room, you spot someone who looks remarkably familiar. Your brain goes into Sherlock Holmes mode. Is it someone from your school? A friend of a friend? A grocery store cashier? Or just another face from your social media feed? You dig deep, but the harder you try, the blurrier it gets. Sometimes our brains get so full of familiar faces, they just throw up their hands in confusion

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Canine Shock

While riding the bus home on a rainy day, I saw a dog standing by the roadside. It was a scene straight out of a sad movie. The poor dog had just witnessed the death of its friend, crushed by a truck. Why else would it be standing so close to the lifeless body? For a moment, I thought of consoling the dog, but then it hit me, I'm no dog whisperer. I don't speak dog, and my previous attempts at consolation have been disastrous, thanks to my humor. Actually, I didn't want to get off the bus in the middle of nowhere, get drenched in the rain, or risk getting bitten by a stray dog.

The traumatized dog stood there, drenched, its eyes filled with shock, sorrow and confusion. It had just seen the worst that could happen while crossing the road. As the rain continued to pour, I couldn't help but think, it was literally raining cats and dogs. Though I didn't see any cats crushed yet.

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Holding On

I don’t know how to stay in touch with you. As our lives diverge and we lose everything that was once common between us, I find myself questioning why I even want to stay in touch. Maybe it’s because you were kind to me, but then again, you’re kind to everyone.

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Connection Conundrum

Have ever noticed how some people just rub us the wrong way for no apparent reason? It could be their vibe or my own insecurities playing tricks on me. Who knows? They simply don’t resonate with me. It’s not like I want to throw such people under the bus or into a volcano the moment I see them, but I’d rather not share the same air. Maybe it’s their aura, or my own issues. Whatever the reason, I just can’t seem to get along with them.

Then there are those folks I genuinely like but keep at a safe distance. Their lifestyle and way of thinking are so different from mine that they bring excitement but also the fear of inevitable separation. Deep down, I know they will eventually leave because we don’t share much in common beyond my fascination with them. Besides that, they can have a bad influence on me. So I try to keep my distance from them so I don’t get attached. They are like new crypto coins and you want them, but then you think they are not worth your money. I’d rather eat ice cream with that money instead of buying a crap meme coin.

And let’s not forget the people who are just… there. They could vanish into thin air, and I’d barely notice. They’re like the extras in a movie scene, blending into the background.

But wait, there’s more! How about the ones who seem to have a hidden agenda against me? Every time I walk into a room, they suddenly remember something and leave. Or the ones who are overly friendly, making me wonder if they had some childhood trauma.

And then, there are the rare few who make me feel like the main character in a sitcom, but I’m terrified of the inevitable plot twist where they leave me for a better storyline.

All this makes me wonder: What kind of person am I to others? Do they avoid me because of my aura? Do they like me but fear getting too close? Or am I just another neutral presence in their lives?

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Lowering Standards Dilemma

Last night, bro actually lowered his standards by drinking something he once thought was totally gross and unethical. This got him thinking: should he lower his other standards too, just like he did with his expectations a year ago? Maybe taking the public bus could be a crazy adventure, and hanging out with a typical Nina could be a blast. Why always aim for the top-tier stuff? Why always rock clothes with logos? I reckon one drink made him go philosophical

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Key Story

So, I was searching for my lost key on campus, checking under benches and around trees, when I heard a voice behind me say, “Are you looking for this?” I turned around to see a girl holding my key. She was kind of cute and very friendly. We started talking, and later, another person told me about her tough past. She didn’t know that I knew about it because she never talked about it herself.

We naturally became friends over time. I started carrying around chocolates and chips, basically, snacks, just in case I ran into her. Sharing food seemed like a good way to bond.

One day, someone who seemed a bit jealous asked me why I was spending more time with her than with them. I told them I just felt bad for her. Then, this person went and told her that I pitied her. Now, I’m sitting alone, eating chips, wondering how my good intentions got so misunderstood.