The single guy goes through this sometimes and that is, seeing the girl of his dreams (at the time) on the arms of another guy. He always assume that had he been at the right place at the right time, the girl and him would be together now. Instead, she’s with him.
Typically these things go through his head simultaneously:
Envy - “Lucky bastard.”
Jealousy - “She should be with me instead. What’s so good about him?”
Depression - “How come I never get to meet someone like that, and who is also available?”
Self-doubt - “Is there something wrong with me?”
Acceptance - “You know what, he’s actually a decent guy. He deserves her. Maybe I can learn from him.”
The first four are inevitable but as it happens to you more often, you get over them pretty quickly to get to #5. Granted some guys never get to #5. Instead, once they get over their self-doubt with the help of their ego and an inflated sense of self worth, they choose to dwell on the negative items instead, especially envy and jealousy.
It gets to a point where they built up resentment and hatred towards two people who have never done anything intentionally to deserve it.
Not I. No doubt that it has taken me time and some painful experiences to reach a level of maturity and mental calmness to decide upon this but I choose to learn and accept, and to move on. It takes less energy and effort, plus it’s a better place for a person to be. Life is really too short to dwell on being miserable.
This is the first in a series of new ads for Carlton Mid Strength Beer - the man wants to stay in the pub a little bit longer, but his wife/girlfriend wouldn’t let him and then in walks The Woman Whisperer to save the day. Mildly chauvinistic and sexist, but high-larious.
The past few days have seen my parents pushing me to buy a house. It’s not because they want me to move out, or because I want to move out. It’s because of the government increasing the first home buyer grant to $21,000, and at a time when interest rates have fallen.
My parents are chipping in a little for the deposit and we are looking to get a piece of land, and a house built on it for around $380,000 - $400,000.
To be honest, they are more keen on the idea than I am. They are old school when it comes to home ownership, and think that it is essential for a person to own a place of their own. At first I had told them that I’d get a place when I marry someone because it’s easier to pay off a home loan when there’s double income. But in light of the government’s increased incentive, and plus they are willing to help me out, I’ve basically ran out of excuses not to buy a house.
A house would be a part of my long term investment plans I guess. Rather than letting the bulk of my money sit in a high interest bank account, I will be dumping it all into buying a house. I think that’s probably most daunting for me, the sudden loss of financial liquidity that would be a result.
Although, what’s also exciting will be choosing my own design, fittings and furniture. And electronics and appliances. All of which are costs on top of the price of the house and land. Hopefully, my ability to enjoy my social life will not be affected. That’s all I care about really. I’ve got the right priorities, right?
I’m a middle of the road person when it comes to the seasons. I don’t like the cold and I don’t like the heat. Though if you ask me to choose between the two extremes, I’d rather be cold than hot.
I don’t like the humidity. I don’t like sweating. I don’t like chafing underwear. I don’t like that sticky and lethargic feeling at the end of the day. I don’t like the annoying flies that fly into your mouth and ears. But summer also means summer music festivals.
The day would always start with clear skies.
And you can feel the buzz in the air from the crowds.
Once you get in, you are surrounded by masses of people.
Who are all out to have drinks and be merry.
And because it’s summer, the hot chicks will be out in their summer dresses.
As you watch the sun set, you can feel the river breeze cool you down.
Yes, at the end of any of these music festivals I’d be hot, sticky and feeling worn out. Exactly the things which I don’t like summer for, but all of the above make it all very worthwhile.
You’ve got a new haircut, you look good and you feel great. You are happy and there’s a big smile on your face. The music sounds even better than it usually does, and the women look even prettier than they normally do.
But no, that girl didn’t just give you a second look. And the one who normally says hi only but gave you a great big hug out of the blue? She didn’t mean anything more either. And that friend of a friend who seems to be into you, erm well … she’s talking to you because you are a friend of her friend.
It’s the alcohol, stupid.
So yeah, put down the phone and step away from the computer. There will be no drunken texting, Facebook messaging, or emailing tonight. You don’t want the hangover to be worse in the morning, do you?
Dinner was at the Pasar Malam, or “night market” event at Curtin University. Lots of yummy Malaysian/Singaporean street food, lots of people and lots of fun.
At around 9:30pm we headed to Northbridge for bubble tea and karaoke at Utopia. Karaoke is not usually my idea of a night out. But with copious amounts of alcohol …
Above average singers in the group …
We all managed to have fun during the five hours (!!!) that we were there. I even belted out a few songs that I used to sing at karaoke back in my uni days. Ooooold school flavour!
After that we walked around Northbridge …
Making our way to the carpark, and to home.
One thing that I realised on the night was that no matter how drunk men get, we will never be as in tune to the sentimentality of a song as women are. It’s all fun and games, and happy happy joy joy until someone picks a sad long song to sing to. Heheh.
It’s really quite fascinating to observe. And it is one of many reasons why I love them so much. Women that is.
p.s. This is the quality of the iPhone’s camera, ie. not so good unless there’s lots of light.
