So here's the beginning of nothing.

About the introduction part, I'd like to skip it. You'll probably know who I am by the end of this long tale I'm going to tell you. Of course, that is only if you decide to hear me out till the end.

Firstly, let's begin with a short tour of my life. My life went something like this.
I was born in a very common American family. And by common, I mean really common. So from the day I was born, I was born a commoner. I guess that's the reason behind my hate for spotlights.
Frankly speaking, I never was the centre of attraction. And believe me, never will I ever want to be one. Here's a fact which will help you to know me better. I'm a strong believer in karma. Why?  No special reason,I just happen to like the word. Karma reminds me of irony. Both are really close actually. You find yourself in a twist. Karma is a cycle. What goes around, does come around.
And irony? Basically it's a U-turn. Actually, I don't want to be philosophical but I end up saying things which make me look like a philosopher. Even that's irony.


Irony.
It's a strong word. Really strong.
And believe me, ironical events have the ability to take your life to a completely new stage. Irony. It can turn tables.
Seems pretty complicated right? Ironically again, irony is inevitable.

Ok, I'm done with being a philosopher on irony. You'll later know why I bragged about irony so much.


So here we go.
What I'm going to tell you is basically how a depressed, immoral person (as people describe me) turns into a not-so-depressed and moral-to-some-extent kinda person. Not my fault. Not that our society is moral, it's quite the contrary.
After all "moral" is just a word which resides in children's Moral Science Textbook.

Obviously I was more than fine with being immoral. Rather I looked down at those people who claimed themselves to be moral in a society of immoral creatures. It's just that society was never provided with a proper mirror which would help it to take a good look at itself and then help it to reflect upon it's deeds.  Again,  it's not the society's fault. Just that there were no good mirrors available.

Sarcasm apart.

This is about me, a disgustingly interfering person who claims to be my friend, my pet cat and lots of philosophical 'brags' and irony.

This is just the beginning. The beginning of nothing.