The forecast is a top of 27° and sunny. It’s a fine day for a rave! We aim to be there 2pm and I’m going primarily to catch deadmau5, Axwell, and Fedde Le Grand. Pity about the short set times but if the music from them and the other acts are enough for me to bop around to the entire day, I’m a happy chap.
Heck, even if it’s just 1.5 hours of something like this, I’d be happy.
I was taught some gay slangs last night. Check it.
Rice queen: white gay guy who likes Asians exclusively.
Sticky-rice queen: Asian gay guy who likes Asians exclusively.
Potato queen: Asian gay guy who likes whites exclusively.
Sushi queen: Asian gay guy who likes Japanese exclusively, but this is a subset of the sticky-rice queen. And, sushi rice is also kinda sticky. Ha ha!
I’m sure there’s probably a few more variations but I was trying very hard to stop laughing. That’s what 2 pints of beers will do to you: great conversation and much laughing.
I want to be the guy who listens to you,
Without you having to repeat.
I want to be the guy who would do what you want,
Without you having to ask.
I want to care for you without having to be jealous.
I want to be strong without having to be macho.
I want to protect you without having to be aggressive.
I want to be the guy who makes you laugh the most.
I want to be the guy who’s one of your best friends.
I want to be the guy who can have fun without you, but who has even more fun with you around.
But I’m not that guy yet,
The only thing missing is you.
Back in my late teens and early 20s, when I lacked the emotional maturity that I have now *ahem* I had very little female friends. I had female class mates and friends of friends, and I would talk to them and all but I wouldn’t call them friends. We don’t hang out just as friends; if I did hang out with girls, chances are that I was secretly in like with them.
I couldn’t handle being friends with a girl that I like but who’d only think of me as a friend. And if I didn’t like a girl, I didn’t see the point of being friends. Which is why when the movie “When Harry Met Sally” came out, I absolutely loved it. It spoke to me. The lines in it about how “men and women can’t be friends because the sex part always gets in the way” …
and this one was gold:
Harry Burns: Would you like to have dinner?… Just friends. Sally Albright: I thought you didn’t believe men and women could be friends. Harry Burns: When did I say that? Sally Albright: On the ride to New York. Harry Burns: No, no, no, I never said that… Yes, that’s right, they can’t be friends. Unless both of them are involved with other people, then they can… This is an amendment to the earlier rule. If the two people are in relationships, the pressure of possible involvement is lifted… That doesn’t work either, because what happens then is, the person you’re involved with can’t understand why you need to be friends with the person you’re just friends with. Like it means something is missing from the relationship and why do you have to go outside to get it? And when you say “No, no, no it’s not true, nothing is missing from the relationship,” the person you’re involved with then accuses you of being secretly attracted to the person you’re just friends with, which you probably are. I mean, come on, who the hell are we kidding, let’s face it. Which brings us back to the earlier rule before the amendment, which is men and women can’t be friends.
At the ripe old age of 34 (35 next month!), I’ve learnt a while ago that despite the subtle flirting and occasional sexual tension that exists, men and women can indeed be friends. Whether or not your partner allows you to maintain a close friendship with a member of the opposite sex remains a trickier proposition, and some handle it better than others.
But I can never be with someone who’s jealous and possessive anyway (I learnt that from my first relationship), not only because I love my female friends but also because no amount of free sex is worth it for the high level of maintenance that goes into being with a jealous woman.
The last time I wrote about the excuses that women make for bad men, I probably came across a tad cynical and antagonistic. So I thought I’d try a different approach. And this time, it’s aimed at both sexes because men can easily fall into this cycle as well. That is, they will whinge and complain, and return to moan about it again at a later day because nothing ever changes.
As friends, we will always pat you on the shoulder or lend you a shoulder to cry on. We will let you vent and help you cope with your frustrations. But ultimately, we won’t be able to help your relationship much because we are not the other person in it. You should be talking to your partner more than you are complaining to us, and here is why.
Close friends can do either one of two things. One, we can empathise with you and try to make you feel better by coming up with a variety of reasons why your relationship is such and such, and say to you that it will be alright in the end. Or two, we can cut right to it and tell you exactly what is wrong with your relationship.
The problem with either one of those approaches is obvious. With approach #1, by telling you everything will be alright and there is a valid reason for whatever is wrong with your relationship, we are distracting you from the real problems and you will not be motivated to do anything about them.
As for approach #2, when we start being brutally honest with you, you will start feeling like you are the one who’s being attacked and you will eventually get defensive about it. You will start rationalising to us and to yourself that actually, the relationship is not that bad and we are all just overreacting. This end result is similar to that of approach #1 – nothing changes.
So yeah, talk to your boyfriend/girlfriend more about your feelings and what’s upsetting you. Tell them how you think the problems can be fixed and what needs to be done. Whether or not they are willing or able to change is another question. But you know who you should be discussing that with, right?
I see people persist with difficult and frustrating relationships and it makes me wonder why. I have a theory and that is some think that a relationship is not a meaningful one if it doesn’t involve hard work and sacrifice. I think that’s misguided. Nothing’s wrong with a relationship that feels effortless and is easy-going.
I am not saying a relationship does not require effort and compromises because most do. But when the effort and compromises start to outweigh the joy and happiness that you get out of the relationship, I think you owe it to yourself to question what is it that is making you stay.
Conversely, the good parts may outweigh the bad. What ratio, good versus bad, that this has to be is up to the individual. Some have infinite patience and willpower and what may seem like a needlessly difficult relationship to me may be a great one to you because of different priorities and values. What may seem like an imbalanced trade off to me may be a fair one to you.
The key thing I suppose is whether or not a person is happy in the relationship. If you are happy, then nothing anyone else says matter. Personally, I can’t be happy in a relationship that feels like work all the time but that’s just me. I’m lazy.