Weird and Special

I've been feeling weird lately. 'Things' have been happening to me. Weird things. No, it's not like "I see dead people" kind of things (Thank God!), but it's still weird in the unweird life I've lead till now.

My father's been calling me up from his office and talking to me about everything and nothing (How's my day been, what am I doing...). My mother's been calling up in the middle of the day and asking me if I've had lunch. Don't get me wrong... I'm not saying it's bad... it's just that it's a teeny bit unusual. Like how'd one feel if it snowed in Hyd tomorrow? Good, but weird, right? So that's how it is. And these weird new ... er... developments have been making me feel really (guess what?!) weird.

And they've made me wonder if I'm about to die or something.

I mean, when people are about to die, they get all these little kindnesses done to them. Like I've been informed that I am special. About two days ago. I'm wondering how they found out about the speciality suddenly after 23 years of my being special. And they don't even know about the blog. So it's not as if they think I'm going insane. (Is insane the same as special?)

It's making me paranoid. I mean, what's changed in me now? A few spontaneous bumps appearing around the head overnight or bloodshot eyes and the general belief that I'm about to keel over and die soon? It's making me look into a mirror, and after I get over the initial fright and when my heartbeat gets back to normal, I don't see anything abnormal staring back at me. Well, at least nothing that's not been there before.

It's making me nervous. I'm peering around corners and staring into nothingness for hours at a time, then waking up and realising I'm looking at late night TV in the dark. The kind where they try to sell you cheap looking pearls or the sharpest knife in the world on TVC or some such thing. So, I mean, this is cause for concern, isn't it? Would someone readily admit to watching Jackie Shroff (with bags under his eyes) sell pearls? No!! Of course not. And when I am admitting it, it has to be because of something really serious. 'Cos I'm trying to seek help here.

I'm trying introspection. I'm trying to turn around and look at myself inside. (There's something wrong with that sentence but for the life of me I can't figure out what.) I'm trying to search for answers in this big, black (at least I think it's black), uno and cipher world of the world wide web. I'm questioning the mortality of my life.
And am I getting an answer? Oh yes... of course. There's an answer for everything on the net. And it threw the death clock at me. I think it's supposed to make me feel good... oh, well...