My IRRITATION

My stomach was full than it should be and I realised that I had more than enough for myself! Wanted to stay on the bed before I could die. Soon, remembered that there are books in my shelf, all dying for me to pick them up and read ever since my exams are over, and it means from the past one whole month. I dragged myself up and crawled to find one, took the one which I once read but the only first chapter, for exams were dancing on my head to read modules than any other outta portion book and I killed my excitement then and read only first chapter and courageously kept it back. Now! I remembered about it back and grabbed it out of the heap, shuffled pages and started reading the second chapter as I realised I could very well remember what the first one was all about. In the swing of reading I somehow forgot that my stomach was aching and continued reading and was happy about it but then soon happiness went to rest as my eyes were dropping down, even though I said No, I don't want to sleep but want to read this such-an-interesting-book but my mind and eye could not obey each other and I folded the page on which I was then and decided to sleep for a while and then continue later when I'm fresh than to drag myself and kill the enjoyment. I folded the page of the book, drifted it down the sofa and closed my eyes. But before I could sleep, I realised that I'm not comfortable with the pillow I was having beneath my head and if I were to sleep in this condition I would surely get a headace or a neckace when I'm up. That means I'm supposed to get outta my bed now and get my pillow from the next room. OH NO! Nothing could be more irritating than getting up from the bed when you are dyingly asleep. But I had to! I settled down with my pillow, comfortably! Soon I was in my dreamland, there was pin drop silence in the room. I loved it. Soon my dreams shattered and somebody switched on the TV. I have this bad disease in me that I can never sleep if ever someone is watching TV, murmuring, whispering, talking, or even turning pages of a book or newspaper, my younger brother do all these stuffs and had irritated me and disturbed my sleep always with all these acts, but this time it was guest at home who did it, knowingly or unknowingly I don't care as well! All I know is I was sleeping and somebody disturbed me and even though I try to control my self by counting 100 or even 500 does not work for me in these situations and I said in not so loudly way but in a manner that I was irritated, to control the volume of TV if don't have common sense to not start it when someone is sleeping. Somehow I got back in my sleep which is very difficult but still I managed this time. Sooner than 10 min after that the telephone rang! Could you imagine this! My sleep broke again. I wanted to throw out the telephone along with my mobile phone which was beeping once and then with some stupid text messages! But I can't I know! I got up and picked up the phone which was barking continuously even though I was up and approaching to pick it up. It was my Dad and I was half asleep but fully irritated. I somehow heard things he said but unbearable was that he wanted me to search his PAN card and text him the no. I hanged up the phone and in no good mood went to his bed room to find one and then text the same. Oh! I HATE THIS, I HATE THIS, I HATE THIS! Still I had to, and more irritating was that I could not find it not because I was not in mood of finding but because my Dad and my brothers and their stuffs are always misplaced and difficult to find at once. I shouted and cursed this habit of all men on this earth, decide not to marry any such person who could be so irresponsible, soon realised all men are same, irresponsible and mismanaged. Finally, I found it almost after searching the whole cupboard of his and text it. Again went to my bed but I and the whole world around me know that now even if the God come down and make me sleep I could not ever! I HATE THIS, I HATE THIS, I HATE THIS!
More irritating is when someone tries to talk to me when I'm just out of my sleep. I'm a species
who don't ever want to utter a word at least till next half an hour. I just want to keep quite. I don't like to talk when I get up, I just keep quite, no movement, no word, no response, nothing. Just a silence. But people try my patience in this as well! Why should I speak? I don't understand! I HATE THIS!