Into every mud puddle.
On Friday, I was in the classroom with a few other failures to relearn how to drive. The teacher there was asking weird questions and stuff, like "What do you want to be next time?"
I've never really understood why people ask that question. Does it matter? Do we really get to be what we want to be when we grow up? Besides, who is he, and why is he asking us such personal questions? Since he's asking an impossible question, I gave him an impossible answer.
Me: I want to be the Prime Minister.
Him: What do you think are the criteria to be the Prime Minister, and do you have them?
Me: I have the charisma.
Him: ...
Him: What's your horoscope?
Me: Does it matter? I'm a..Leo.
Him: I don't believe you. Show me your 11B.
Me: ...
I don't get this horoscope nonsense. I always thought it's some bullshit that weird people subscribe to. I've never known anyone who makes decisions based on stars, besides one French football coach who screwed up the French football team because he doesn't accept players of a certain horoscope.
I've never seen a male so obsessive about horoscopes. It gives me the creeps. How does he sleep at night?
I love being able to think coherently, though most of the time I don't talk coherently. I like to be able to have control over my thoughts, to be able to recall things with clarity, to have a lucid mind. If my mind is in a daze, I can get very frustrated. I don't like being blur.
I love having control over my body. I will myself to move, and I move. I will myself to eat, and I eat. I will myself to excrete, and I excrete. I touch my dick, it rises. That's the extent of control I want over my very own body, and I think it's important for me to be able to keep it this way--that's why I take good care of my body. I cannot imagine life without being able to perform these basic functions.
But we normally forget all these when we're healthy. Health is, more often than not, better appreciated in sickness, much like everything else that we have but don't cherish. Occasional illnesses thus helps jolt one back into the frailty of one's life and health, and rejuvenates the afflicted's appreciation of health, if only just for the duration of the sickness itself.
I appreciate health. Please come back to me.
I cannot even wank because I feel too cold.
Just awhile ago, the Singtel salesman came over to advertise on the fibre optics shit. I was quite interested because they will install the whole thing for free, only if we accept the deal during such a house call. Part of the attraction is definitely the fact that if you don't accept on the spot, you'd potentially be losing out, so the weak-willed people would snap up the offer when it comes out like the typical Singaporeans we are. I am no exception, so I stood by to listen to what he had to offer.
But seriously, $90 a month for the plan which uses the fibre optics shit, compared to $30 for my current broadband? The supposed increase in speed would be nice, especially if I were to use jizzhut.com which has a really really sucky streaming speed, but I don't face the same problem with xhamster.com which streams really quickly. Like Youtube.
So..I couldn't make the decision, because it really doesn't matter to me that much. I don't get to use my computer too often anyway, so it's really up to my sister/mum, both of whom weren't present when the salesman made his pitch, so I told him to come back at 6, which he agreed to.
When he came back at 6, I was a bit flustered and wanted to tell my mum to make her appearance. But before I could properly react, my father announced loudly "BOY AH, TELL HIM WE'RE NOT INTERESTED. JUST SAY NOT INTERESTED."
And then he stood up to face off with the baffled young man, and closed the door in a mere 5 seconds, leaving the family in stunned silence.
When I tried to explain the perks of the deal, my father said "I hate it when they come at meal times."
He will never feel the pain of slow downloads anyway, because he doesn't use the computers at home.
Every salesman has something to sell. Every consumer has something he wants to purchase. If we were to keep saying no to every person who comes knocking without first hearing him out, what are the chances of us missing out on something beneficial?
Whenever we say no, we are shutting a door of opportunity. That door might lead you somewhere sexciting or disappointing, but whichever the case, it will be an experience. Many years down the road, I want to be able to look back and say "I had the balls to do that." I don't want to shrink away from anything or anyone reasonable enough. I want to be a Yes Man. I want to jump on opportunities, and I beseech everyone else to, too.
Opportunities are all we are getting now anyway, so why not experience the most we can out of our youth? Let's jump into every puddle we can, before life and the adding of age takes it out of us as we settle into a fixed route, a fixed life. Let's try out all the lives we can possibly have before settling into one we think best suited for us. Let's try, before life throws its spanner into the heavy rotation of our gears, before we're forced to remain whatever we are, wherever we are, like this poor car:
Let's. (;
-- 12/11/2011 07:22:00 PM