Thursday, May 15, 2003

REJECTION

this would effectively be the first entry.

4am. i just had a very long and very stimulating conversation with andrew about happiness and pleasure, choice and morality. surprising how we got to the subject.
"how did we start?", one might enquire.

ah. its all started with rejection.

those who arent too familiar with me, let's just take for instance i've been going after a certain member of the opposite sex.

let's also assume, that the entire episode didnt play out as anticipated. ( i received a handshake deal. a very novel twist to the "let's be friends" line i must add. ladies, if you have not added this to your repetoire of cruel rejection lines, take note. more on rejection lines later )

so we began our meandering conversation, as usual, over a cup of milk tea, which at $1.30, kinda grates both of us the wrong way.

but i digress.

we realised after a quick discussion, that the direct effect of having too much wealth transforms someone into something quite unalike. if you happen to belong to the upper echelons of society, i do apologize but this is a free world and my observations are just as good as yours. so bite the bullet. anyway. those of us who are in the middle classes will understand what i mean. take someone whom you know, personally, who also happens to be rolling it in. they just happen to use their money to buy other people's time, thereby packing in more of life's experiences into every single picosecond of their lives as compared to someone poorer.

example: poor man washes his own car. rich man hires poor man to wash rich man's car. whilst car is being washed, rich man takes scuba diving lessons. rich man accomplishes two goals (car washed, scuba dives) within the same time as the poor man (washed car).

(at this point, something fucked up and my addition writings weren't posted up. i need a better net connection. i'll try to re-type what i had in mind, but it is pretty trying, consider the fact that it is 430 in the am. and i am not particularly known for my memory.)

i tend to veer disasteriously off-topic. i am very sorry if you had to wander through my meandering triaids

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