“Never put your faith in a Prince. When you require a miracle, trust in a Witch.”
― Catherynne M. Valente
I’m a cursed witch who can work miracles and handle any shit alone. Thus, quite a few men never got a chance to be the knight in shining armour and rescue the damsel in distress. Witches are never in distress.
Apart from feminism, I have an unconditional love for Linguistics. And one of the primary goals of my life is, making the whole world aware that Linguists need not know many languages. I speak six languages, though. Different people have different opinions about what my mother tongue is. Well, my first language was Sarcasm and I later acquired other languages.
I can entertain people’s stupidity and get entertained by it. But, pseudo-intellectuals disgust me. I believe in using the simplest language and not-so-sophisticated words. After all, the primary function of language is communication. But, if a pseudo-intellectual tries to show off his/her proficiency in English, I can also talk like Gayatri Spivak.
I’m an introvert. My idea of an ‘ideal’ day is one spent in my room with enough coffee and a good book. I enjoy fruitful, intellectual conversations, though.
I’m an egotist. To me, my ego is what virginity is to some women. I will lose it only to that ‘special someone’ with whom I would be able to spend the rest of my life. Others should understand that if they can feed my ego, I can be sweeter than the sweetest person they can possibly imagine. If they can’t, they must be ready to handle the ‘wicked, self-centered, sarcastic’ me.