The World We Live In

It’s funny how my blog-post of less than 10 lines gets more comments than my multiple paragraphs that I invested a lot of time with and well thought of blog-post. That really does wonders for my creativity juice’s morale.

So anyways, here are the bullet points for you guys:

• In my last post I’ve mentioned how I got “pwned” by the random girl’s Facebook post.
• First of all, I never asked her out, just merely commenting her post, and to have her interpreted literally is just plain idiocracy and embarrassed me.
• Oh her age? She’s the same as us.

• Of course, Facebook is also the place where I get to connect back with my old high school friends
• I’ve already mentioned numerous times how my high school sucks.
• I saw in Facebook how they went on a “mini-reunion” of sorts – going on holidays to Melaka.
• That made me realize how out of touch I was.
• Now, I never really was close to them, and probably wouldn’t fit in with them, but still, seeing them and being left out shows how much of an outcast I’ve become.

Another thing that bugs me is Yasnida’s wedding.

Now, it’s not her wedding that really bothers me, but it’s how people keep shoving her wedding in my face that bothers me.

Okay, I’m not really angry, but kind of frustrated.

First of all, I never really got the invitation to her wedding – mainly because apart from that minor crush for her way back when, we were never close. So for everyone to keep asking me to go to her wedding is kind of annoying.

Second of all, why do people insist on shoving the wedding in my face, as if wanting me to snap and cry that she’s married now? Simply because I used to like her?

Let me just clear something up, the thing I had with Yas was ages ago and my true feeling is that I’m happy she’s getting married – but that does not mean I want to have her wedding shoved in my face, her wedding pictures shoved in my face, another reminder of the fact that not only she got married, but I’m being left out of another group event.

Okay, I made that sound bitter, but honestly I’m not. Honestly I’m fine and that the only thing that bothers me is the fact that people keep shoving it in my face.