Aching to straighten up

If you are an attention whore, try to emulate pain. It has our utmost attention whether we like it or not. It's like a friend you don't really ask for but when it's with you, it won't leave your side. Or middle. Or centre. It will stick around as loyally as the solar system works. Painkillers and muscle-relaxers help but they wither out after a while and you're left to yourself. I'm blabbering all thanks to a week full of pain. It began with flu-like fever but ended with a horrible neck sprain. Which is ironical in a way because i accomplished this impossible task while resting with two pillows! I must be the chosen one when it comes to oddities of life. Nevertheless, i learned LOT about myself while i was bed-ridden or train-ridden (and badly wishing i hadn't left home for work). Those nerves in my nape were trying to tell me something. Maybe they were whispering "S-P-O-N-D-Y-L-I-T-I-S" but i couldn't hear them. But one thing was for certain: this sedentary lifestyle where you're glued to a desk with a chair below your bums isn't healthy. We were supposed to explore and travel and get lost and find ourselves. Walking upto the printer back and forth doesn't count as exercise. On a second thought, walking shouldn't be counted as exercise at all. Health matters. You miss it when it's gone. You can't have a crooked neck and move around pretending to be Dev Anand. Nobody appreciates that shit. On the contrary, they'll pity you. And that's worse than pain. Pitying you is your birthright. You can't possibly let others steal that from you.