I decided to quit blogging after my last post because I don't see the purpose of doing this. I used to think that this is a good venue for someone out there to read and know about yourself. Then I realized that no one really ever cares, especially when you are a grown up. Somehow, you are expected to be able to handle yourself and everything else out there independently regardless of how many blows you take at the same time. If you ask me, that sounds like the Incredible Hulk.
Needless to say, the Incredible Hulk is angry and vents at anything and smashes everything. Me, as the "Incredible Hulk", has decided to come back to blogging to vent out my emotions rationally & sensitively. I don't want to be Amy Cheong. She is the true blue Incredible Hulk.
I read my previous 2 entries and have absolutely no idea what I was talk about. I shall leave it as it is to remind myself of how bad a writer I am.
I have a girlfriend for 4 months now and I have an obvious reduction in the size of my social circle. How bad is it...?
Restaurant Story push notifications on my phone are more than the messages and calls I receive from friends.
I know this is very unhealthy, but I thought it is a necessary period to cope with the insecurities that she has. How many of you have to cope with situations like these as well? "The situation ought to improve over time" I thought, but it has been 4 months now. If I ever have a logbook to track its progress, my dedication, commitment for such achievement can write nothing in it. I have spent whatever free and rest time with her, reporting whatever I do, wherever I go, to the point where I think it is excessive. I know if I write it in detail, men will view me as a black sheep without pride.
I probably am.
But what can Pride buy you? What can Pride give you?
Similarly, what can Anger buy you? What can Anger give you?
It only feeds your pride and pride will let you miss out many things.
This is a tough relationship to be in for my character, but I am tougher. Such endurance has put my own "Progress Logbook" on a roll. I became so much a better person, but this is definitely difficult to endure.
