When I was an Café Flam last night I had a few encounter with some of my blog readers. There are things I didn’t knew about myself but was exposed by them.
DJ Chinois said I was placid and a little to the gentle side. He said Aries’ traits are supposed to be the impulsor and the aggressor. I wonder if he meant, “you are suppose to be Hainanese!” But to think aside, sometimes I can also be impatient and outspoken. I am eager and can seem pushy and my assertiveness can easily transform into an aggression. Maybe I did not reflect that on my blog, should I? (By the way thanks for all that "Edmund, Your Wife is waiting for you outside!" "Edmund, Where is your wife?!" announcements. Chin you could just bury me in sand last night)
Sharon_UEP (that’s her nick) said I could write personal stuff that expresses feelings. So I said that’s what blogs are for but I asked in what sense. She said about relationship with my wife and how I not afraid to write them. Why should I be afraid? Or ashamed? Duh! She also mentioned about the Gross stuff I wrote. So I asked isn’t it fun to read, she said “Yea” “Right”
Another dude asked me "Why does it always have to be about you?" whenever someone else expresses any wish for self-gratification. Here's a question: Why can't it always be about me? I get annoyed when people ask questions like that.
Consider this, an average human lives for 70+ years. The Earth has existed for 4,600,000,000 years (wikipedia.org). Now think about this, by a generous estimate, 100 people know an average person "first degree"(Friend/family) and 500 people know him "second degree" (Friend of a friend/Acquaintance). The world population is estimated at 6,380,342,166. (wikipedia.org)
Compared to the Earth's "lifetime", you are worth less than 9 billionth of a %. Taking 500 acquaintances, less than 800 millionth of a % of the world population will give half a flying fuck if you died. All these figures point to one fact: Nobody cares. You're worth nothing at all. Isn't anonymity a bitch?
So you see, there're only two sensible ways to live. Either get really famous or enjoy as much as you can. Let's face it, unless you killed 6.6 million people or helped 6.6 million people, you're very unlikely to be famous for long. Even people who are famous in their time seldom last beyond that. Anyone remember the 2nd Sultan of Selangor? I don't either.
That leaves one option, live for yourself. In case you're wondering, yes, I'm advocating greed and self-centred-ness. Since you don't count for much in the world, the stuff you do won't count for much too. So why not just do whatever benefits you the most?
The person who matters most in anyone's life should be himself. My car, my money, my happiness, my future. It has always been about me for every human being, dumbass. Simple as that. Quit whining about how society has become so cold or selfish or uncaring etc. I call bullshit on anyone who does, because society is just becoming more frank, NOT less caring.
DJ Chinois said I was placid and a little to the gentle side. He said Aries’ traits are supposed to be the impulsor and the aggressor. I wonder if he meant, “you are suppose to be Hainanese!” But to think aside, sometimes I can also be impatient and outspoken. I am eager and can seem pushy and my assertiveness can easily transform into an aggression. Maybe I did not reflect that on my blog, should I? (By the way thanks for all that "Edmund, Your Wife is waiting for you outside!" "Edmund, Where is your wife?!" announcements. Chin you could just bury me in sand last night)
Sharon_UEP (that’s her nick) said I could write personal stuff that expresses feelings. So I said that’s what blogs are for but I asked in what sense. She said about relationship with my wife and how I not afraid to write them. Why should I be afraid? Or ashamed? Duh! She also mentioned about the Gross stuff I wrote. So I asked isn’t it fun to read, she said “Yea” “Right”
Another dude asked me "Why does it always have to be about you?" whenever someone else expresses any wish for self-gratification. Here's a question: Why can't it always be about me? I get annoyed when people ask questions like that.
Consider this, an average human lives for 70+ years. The Earth has existed for 4,600,000,000 years (wikipedia.org). Now think about this, by a generous estimate, 100 people know an average person "first degree"(Friend/family) and 500 people know him "second degree" (Friend of a friend/Acquaintance). The world population is estimated at 6,380,342,166. (wikipedia.org)
Compared to the Earth's "lifetime", you are worth less than 9 billionth of a %. Taking 500 acquaintances, less than 800 millionth of a % of the world population will give half a flying fuck if you died. All these figures point to one fact: Nobody cares. You're worth nothing at all. Isn't anonymity a bitch?
So you see, there're only two sensible ways to live. Either get really famous or enjoy as much as you can. Let's face it, unless you killed 6.6 million people or helped 6.6 million people, you're very unlikely to be famous for long. Even people who are famous in their time seldom last beyond that. Anyone remember the 2nd Sultan of Selangor? I don't either.
That leaves one option, live for yourself. In case you're wondering, yes, I'm advocating greed and self-centred-ness. Since you don't count for much in the world, the stuff you do won't count for much too. So why not just do whatever benefits you the most?
The person who matters most in anyone's life should be himself. My car, my money, my happiness, my future. It has always been about me for every human being, dumbass. Simple as that. Quit whining about how society has become so cold or selfish or uncaring etc. I call bullshit on anyone who does, because society is just becoming more frank, NOT less caring.
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