Gayani Jayathilake

Ok! Ok! I admit it. I do enjoy being me. I feel catastrophically guilty and ashamed for saying that. Because when those who know me hear this they might wonder why me of all people would feel that way. My friends know most of the crap I went through in life. They know the mishaps I get into it. They know I hate matching colors in clothes and end up wearing attire that are worlds apart. They know I’m terrible at remembering to reply to messages and return calls. My mother knows I’m freakingly bad at keeping the house clean. She knows even if I like once in a while to take a “before” and “after” photo of my bedroom whenever I decide to clean my room squeaky clean once in a blue moon, she knows the next day I can take another picture similar to the “before” picture. My sister knows I can’t get over major issues without calling her up. She senses whenever I spark the emergency light. My fiancé knows I have a tendency to bug him ALL the time and want to blurt out everything I do. I mean EVERYTHING as in, I consider him to be a 24hour round-the-clock hotline number for me to bug. Getting back to my mother, she knows I’m not a morning person at all! I’m the mother of that impression. Bruno, my dog, knows I forget his tea-time biscuit, so as to come up to me every single day and give me that funny “I want my biscuit” look. My friend Tin knows I call her mum up whenever I need advice on something and need consoling through religion.

But, funnily I love my life. To me, the day is enjoyable if I successfully bug my fiancé, clarify my faq’s through my sister, pamper myself with a nice hot cup of coffee and a steaming hot topic to write about, satisfy my mum through at least one deed per day (that’s the least I can do for her, for all she’s given to me.), be in contact with my friends who need me and who I need…etc. I enjoy the fact that I still have the urge to watch cartoons and play with little kids. I enjoy going shopping or window shopping with my cousin and I enjoy giving a “moment of silence” to watch an expensive, black or pink dress through the shop window with her. I love the way I live. I love the fact that I have a beautiful family and an amazing guy to back me up and make me feel that I’m not alone in anything I do. I love to see my students coming up with new words and use complex grammar accurately. I enjoy getting the urge to write something every once in a while. I enjoy painting a picture once in a while even if my painting sucks. I love the daring feeling I get when I cut my hair tresses off. I enjoy being the notorious, messy, nutty me and especially enjoy the satisfactory feeling I get by the end of each day. I confess it. I take pleasure in being me!