1: The Mood Swing Marathon
S - God: Before I explain anything else, let me ask a simple question:
How can two people have THIS many mood swings… and I have NONE?
Is that even scientifically possible?
Because of these two?
Storm and Devil?
They are mood-swing athletes.
Professionals.
Gold-medal winners.
Mood swing at 10 AM, new mood swing at 10:05.
And me?
I'm just standing there like a normal human being trying to stay alive.
Let's start with Storm.
Storm is the silent sufferer.
If she's angry, upset, irritated, sad, stressed, or even slightly emotional,
She disappears.
Vanished.
Offline.
Invisible.
You will NOT see her online.
Not for hours.
Not for days.
Not even for a whole week if her mood is dramatic enough.
Even when she did come online,
Her "last seen" looked like she had done some special settings to hide her existence from the world.
Storm isn't the "I'll tell you what's wrong" type.
She's the "I'll suffer alone, cry alone, heal alone, and no one should disturb me" type.
And while she does that?
I'm here panicking, calling her 15 times.
Messaging her.
Visualising her funeral.
Planning motivational speeches.
And then she just replies after one week, like:
"Ok."
Ma'am…
ARE YOU OK?!?!
I WAS NOT OK!
But see, that's Storm.
She won't say a word.
She'll simply sit in her emotional cave like it's a spa retreat.
Now…
Let's talk about Devil.
Where do I begin?
If Storm is silent pain,
V is LOUD pain.
Not just loud, broadcast.
If she is suffering, make sure the entire planet knows about it.
V is that kind of person who believes:
"If I'm in pain, why should you be peaceful?"
Her philosophy is simple:
"If I cry, you also cry."
If she's angry, she won't disappear.
No, no, no.
She'll pick up your calls.
She'll talk.
She'll explain.
She'll rant for six hours.
She'll scream.
She'll cry.
She'll laugh on the same call.
And then she'll ask,
"S, are YOU okay?"
No V.
No, I am not okay.
Because while Storm hides her pain,
V delivers it like a courier service directly to my brain.
And then there is…
ME.
Stuck between Volcano No. 1 and Volcano No. 2.
One erupts quietly.
One erupts loudly.
And I'm the only idiot standing in the middle holding a peace flag.
On some days, I feel like a therapist.
On other days, a hostage.
On most days, a confused middle child.
Storm will not talk when she's angry.
V will ONLY talk when she's angry.
And me?
I'm just here trying to figure out:
How do I handle both at the same time?
Sometimes I think I should also have mood swings.
Just one.
Once a year.
Just so I fit in.
But here's the truth.
Even with all their chaos, silence, drama, pain, disappearing acts, and emotional earthquakes…
They still come back to me.
Eventually.
Storm returns with a dry "hmm."
V returns with a 2-hour explanation.
And I return every time because…
This is my trio.
My chaos.
My headache.
My happiness.
And yes…
My emotional workout plan.
2. Moody and Also Not Moody
V: See, my mood isn't complicated…
It's just like a switch.
ON–OFF, and the remote is fully controlled by my brain.
I don't have mood swings all the time…
But I also can't say I don't have them at all.
Basically, my mood depends on the people around me.
And trust me…
Someone is always there to ruin my mood every now and then.
If something doesn't go according to plan, switch off.
If someone doesn't behave the way I expected – again, switch off.
Simple. Straight. No confusion.
So technically…
My mood swings are not my fault.
Blame the people around me,
especially S, the God, who thinks I'm moody.
Excuse me?
IF YOU ruin my mood first.
It's actually your mistake, not mine.
S - God's mood is like a dead phone battery.
No ups, no downs, no signals.
Just one flat line.
Storm disappears.
I overreact.
And God?
She behaves like she's in airplane mode for life.
She says she has "no mood swings." Ma'am…
You don't have mood swings because you refuse to switch ON in the first place.
It's not like she doesn't have different moods.
She does.
But she refuses to show them like a normal human being.
If she's upset, she'll act like everything is normal.
And honestly…
She's too lazy to even participate in mood swings.
Mood swings also have some dignity, okay!
They don't show up for lazy people who behave like lizards on the wall.
Now Storm…
Her mood swings are the father of mine.
My mood swings last for a short time.
Storm's mood?
Long-term project.
By the time she becomes normal, I will have forgotten what even happened.
She hides everything inside her head.
And we have to literally force her to talk.
She'll say, "Nothing happened." But we KNOW something happened.
Sharing things actually makes you feel lighter.
Your head gets clear faster.
Your heart relaxes sooner.
And the people dealing with you?
They also get their peace back.
That's why I say this proudly:
My mood swings are actually better than both of theirs.
One is dangerously silent.
One has no mood at all.
Tell me…
Are they even normal humans?
Because at this point, I seriously doubt it.
3: The Mood They Never Decode
Storm: Let me clear one thing first.
I do not disappear because I enjoy drama.
I disappear because silence is safer than saying something I'll regret.
People think being quiet means being calm.
Wrong.
It just means I'm processing things internally…
very loudly.
I don't explode on calls.
I don't rant for hours.
I don't announce my pain like a breaking news headline.
I shut down.
Because when I'm angry,
I know exactly how sharp my words can get.
And I'd rather disappear than hurt the people I care about.
So yes, when my mood changes,
I go offline.
I vanish.
I choose distance.
Not because I don't care, but because I care too much.
V thinks I hold things inside like a long-term project.
She's not wrong.
But what she doesn't understand is this:
Some people heal by talking.
Some people heal by shouting.
And some people heal by sitting alone with their thoughts
until the storm inside them calms down.
That's me.
And God!
She thinks she has no mood swings.
But that's only because she refuses to label them.
She feels everything.
She just doesn't let it show.
She absorbs chaos like a sponge
and then acts surprised when she feels heavy.
So no,
I'm not dangerously silent.
V is not unnecessarily loud.
And God is not emotionless.
We just speak different emotional languages.
Mine is silence.
V's expression.
God is patient.
And somehow, despite all this emotional mismatch,
We still find our way back to each other.
Every time.
So call me moody.
Call me difficult.
Call me quiet.
But remember this:
I don't leave.
I don't give up.
I just step back…
until I'm strong enough to return without breaking anything.
And when I do return,
It's always for them.