note: highly cynical comments ahead.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
mused @ 3:01 PM
"i miss having that kid around. he used to talk so much." - gin ichimaru
ya.. and i will miss your anti-cynical comments too!
this is week 10 at my pr company. its been interesting so far. but now i am stuck in doing mind numbing work of updating a database. so i will digress a bit from my work.
there was a brief discussion just now about how cheap undergrads throw themselves at high flying well connected people to get money. how can one be such a bitch/bastard and the other be so blind! also spare a thought for us less well endowed; we want to rob those rich blind people too!
seriously though, there are lines to be drawn sometimes. how low can one go. thats why i still stand by my principal that
love is a lie.
once i quoted that to my mum that line and she told me to refine that phrase cause not types of love is false.
so the refined quote would be:
romantic love is a lie
lets do a breakdown:
in primary school, you would curse at the opposite sex, swear NEVER to have anything to do with them and made promises never to be seen dead with them.
in secondary school, with the emergence of hormones, that changed after 2 years. you still 'hated' them, albeit superficially. then you would still swear never to have anything to do with them, in front of your friends. then you would promise never to be seen dead with them; of course you idiot! why be dead when there is them, they bring meaning to my otherwise meaningless life!
in junior college, you 'dislike' them for being so annoying. but don't
mind doing stuff with them and being seen with them is no big deal.
in university, well... let's just end it here. does rabid rabbits come to mind? i don't know, cause i am not yet in university.
so what is it that brings us together? the physical touch: crudely sex. emotional support? monetary issues? or a combination of complicated things: the bait of sex for cash etc etc.
so how when did we forget that we used to chase each other around the playground, throw mud (or less gross stuff) at each other and hiss and boo when we saw each other. apparently we did not forget; it was in our nature to do what we did since young. i read from somewhere that the pulling of girl's hair, the pinching and clashes that we had when were young was a another way of physical contact when we were young. just that we didn't know how to express it then.
the new paper came out the other day that a 9 year old singaporean girl got pregnant by a boy in the same school as her. that would make both of them primary schoolers. so the line between innocence and the harsh reality blurs again as it brought lower.
so how thats make love a lie? romantic love in essence is not really love. it actually is hormones streaming through your body telling you to mate! ok, probably not that crude, but in essence it is what it is. what makes you care? is it really care for the person... or just a route to get what is needed to be done.
do note however, i fully appreciate the other forms of unconditional love.
its a bit ironic. i know full well one day i will fall into a catch-22 position for saying that love is not really true well while i chase a few skirts. but this is my cynical view of things, and you may have to admit it is partially true, although a bit biased.
rebuttal/response/agreement appreciated.
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