Wish I could shovel food down like Garfield, it’ll save alotta time.
There’s this phrase in Chinese which goes ç™¾å¿æˆé‡‘, i.e. it’s actually beneficial to one’s character when you can tolerate diverse hardships.
One of my friends should be the posterboy for this phrase, I kid you not. I’ve told myself many times, “blessed am I to be single..” whenever I see shit happening around him. Not that I’m mocking him or saying his life is shitty, but well.. it could definitely use a little fine-tuning.
(I was a little hesitant about writing all of these out initially, since there’s no telling if they’ll read about it. But hecks, it’s my blog and I’ll write whatever I want to, be damned if I’ll go into censorship. It’ll be out of character for me if I become so concerned about others anyway, I’m supposed to be a couldn’t-care-less prick.)
.. not like my life is going all that well, pot calling the kettle black 🙂 Did I mention that I’m gonna be spending like close to a thousand bucks on driving this month alone? Financial woes, tsk tsk. Anyway, back on track.
It’s not the first time, but shit always seems to happen whenever I’m out with him. What kinda shit? Well, the upset-girlfriend kinda shit. Yeah.. now you get it. Girl gets upset over dunno WTF thingie, starts screaming ranting whatever, buddy turns moody and walks around aimlessly with handphone glued to ear, with occasional shakes of the head and exasperated looks interspersed in between. It should be familiar to most of us, common phenomenon after all shrugs.
It’s not my problem of course, but it feels rather shitty when I’m out with a friend and he’s doing nothing but staggering around like a zonked out zombie. What am I supposed to do in the meantime, walk off by myself? Would if I could, but it feels like I’m dragging one of those metal chain and ball thingies they tied to the prisoners’ legs in the past.
Then to end the quarrel, he admits that yes everything is his fault he’s sorry yada yada all the usual platitudes, even when it’s not his fault. Not my problem too, but I really go “whaddafugs?” and roll my eyes whenever I see him doing that. I’m beginning to suspect his girl’s an untreated depressive; maybe I should describe the symptoms to YT someday and let her diagnose it, heh. She’s the psychology student after all.
Absolutely depressing. Given half a choice, I’ll rather go home and sleep man; bloody waste of time whenever the moping around part starts.
Buddy’s having a real tight schedule nowadays though IMO. His time is split up between work, girl, family and church. Almost every single time I meet up with him, something shitty’ll happen. There’re times when I wonder if it’ll be better that he doesn’t meet up with us at all, at least there’ll be less volcanic eruptions. (Figuratively of course.)
On the other hand, I’ll be like losing a good friend of many years, and it’s rather cruel to make the choice for him and cut him out just like that.
Hecks, if he has time he’ll look me up, but taking the initiative’s definitely not up my alley this time round. Too afraid of the timebomb exploding, really.. really too afraid. For his sake mostly, and sometimes I’m tired of dragging my heels around.
BTW, the us mentioned earlier = the rest of the gang, but shrugs, not like I’ve been meeting up with them often anyway; my turn to go hermit. There’s times when I kinda miss the times, but oh well, too poor to go out for anything other than late night kopi. Sads. I’m great at whining eh?