Having fun isn't for me

I can't remember the last I actually had fun. It so happens that whenever I am about to have a good time, something goes wrong and I end up being in a pathetic mood instead. It's like when Barney said "When I am sad, I stop being sad and be awesome instead." but right the other way round... When I am having fun, I stop having fun and be sad instead. TRUE STORY!
So what basically made me write this was because my dad was being not so cool. There was an invite from this relative of ours' to her son's Bratabandha party. And it is huge for all I know. And I am excited to go to the party and all. Suddenly out of no-fricking-where my dad decides to ditch the party. "If you want to go, you may go... But I won't be going to that thing!" ,he says. And then it gets me worried because someone will have to stay with him at home (even though he acts like he is totally cool with himself being alone at home). Mom decides to go, my brother has to go to drop her and pick her up from the party and I am the odd one out.
The same happens with me every time I decide to go and meet some one or go to a get together. Usually dad or mom is in a bad mood the day I have to go some place. It's like it isn't in my fate to have fun. Whatever it is, I know one thing for sure... If I ever get to go away from this place to some place very distant, swear to god I will be the happiest man on the face of the Earth :) Until then SHEERIO!

Overwhelming Sadness

Sadness is when you don't know what you are doing yet the social parameters compel you to keep doing all these pointless things. Losing your head over these questions, that society puts upon you. Your actions yelling of your blatant attempts to vanity, yet someone barely notices your presence. And then comes the FEAR... The fear of the unknown. What if it stays like this forever? What if you grow old, hoping someone would come along, someone you have no idea exists. Someone you have dreamt of since you first felt the magical sting of love. And when the reality hits you like a bitch, comes the DESPERATION. The utter desperation makes you so weak, that you start seeing the special person you dreamt of(HER), in every other person you see. Like that girl across the road, the beautiful neighbour that never noticed you and the girl at the shop downtown that smiles at you every time you pass by. But then you realize that people don't really care about others, she smiles hoping that you'd come over and buy something from her pathetic little shop. When what you were thinking was completely otherwise. So you start cursing the world with every nasty word you know, for being so selfish. And then the thought of why the world isn't more like HER, bumps you yet again. And you become SAD over this mere thought.