My Sad Pathetic Little Life: 一事无 成.
Yeah. That is probably the cheemest Chinsese idiom I can still remember. My mind has gone rusty since not studying for two entire years. Once in army I was supposed to draw a plan of my bunk. I forgot how to spell 'cupboard' and wrote 'cardboard' instead. That's how pathetic.
Anyway W was telling me that we have already entered the 20 plus year-old era already. Yet we are still 一事无 成. How very true. But of course that's the world's standard. I really love talking to these old friends of mine, whether from simple things like teasing one another about girls we used to like, or to deeper musings in life (though not very often, admittedly). W has been my classmate since Sec 1, though as he had observed too, our Band of Brothers are slowly falling apart bit by bit.
'Brothers' is a very nice word to use, but unfortunately quite untrue. Being a Christian means I have to give up certain things which I could otherwise enjoy in their company. I don't feel sad though. It was with much regret (and secret happiness) that I rejected to go overseas with them after ORD. And W said, he (and the rest of the Brothers) had already half-expected I would say no. And maybe they also secretly wish I wasn't there :)
I guess that's one part of me. There are things that I cannot do (as a Christian), and there are things that I don't like to do (based on my personality). Many times it's a mix of both that I no longer differentiate them. For example, I can never understand why people can be so happy all day long. I think it is pretentious. I think it is rather disgusting. I get very uncomfortable seeing people rejoicing their whole day right in front of me. I mean, there are things to be happy about. But this? Trivial insignificant things make you happy? I don't know. And I don't know if I am finding their behaviour disagreeable or I am secretly envying them, because it is something I can never do. Sometimes people call me a 'wet blanket' just because I simply find no joy in doing things which they like. For example, I hate parties. I hate prom nights. I hate celebration dinners that go over the top. I hate loud music and drunkenness, and above all, I hate the lack of ability for contemplation. You can never take that away from me. And for this reason, I am a wet blanket.
This is the way of the world: that those who talk more and think less are the more well-liked.
Perhaps, my life can be described as 'inscrutable recluse'. That is an exaggeration of course. And of course I don't think my life is sad and pathetic as the title says.
I look at myself, and find that I am without success, without girlfriend, without much talents, without much wealth, without so much things that the world treasure, and...
I am happy.
