Tough call

Watching the nth clip on pottery on TV and signing…
Tasting the new Marie biscuit…
Saying some unsavoury things…
Laughing about inane details of other’s lives
Waiting for the football match to begin…

That’s in a nutshell how my day has been till now. This mid-morning, I volunteered to explain something in a nutshell. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. All I kept was rambling, digressing and confusing (not just myself but the other person too).

And when I attempted to write down the events of the day in a nutshell, it wasn’t too tough. In fact I wrote it in five minutes flat.
So why do things become so difficult at times? I don’t think they are as tough as they made them out to be. As I make them out to be…