Emotions always confuses me. The more people shows their emotions, the more it pisses me off. Sometimes i feel why people have to publicly display them, why cant they just keep them to themselves. Their presence reminds me how miserable i am. So, like always one day my head was bursting with weird thoughts. Once again i was walking the paths under the divine light of my black box. At that time the box was fuming with thoughts. I was on the brink of devising a theory. The so called theory is Emotion-o-meter and goes like this. Imagine, emotion is a set of box. Whose limits extends till infinity. Its based on the assumption that love and hate are the universal emotions which control the human mind and everything is a subset of them. At one extremity lies love and at the opposite end lies hate. If you are at the extremities then you can consider yourself to be an ideal person. Since, no one is ideal so each one has to be within this limit. All humans lie within this set. And according to the scale of the meter i am near the hate end of the scale.
My thoughts are always mixed up and confusing to me. While writing this something came to my mind. A thought, which i need to think upon goes like this: Is outburst of emotions like masturbation. May be its disturbing for some type of audience but cant help it. Its just a thought from the mind of a sicko.
