Comprehending the Incomprehensible
The other day, I was sitting around this dinner table with my sister and her fellow medical colleagues, when the subject was broached on what kind of wives these guys would like to marry. I recall a certain description that when like this.
Me: What kind of girl are you looking for?
Guy A: This girl... When she speaks, the whole table must turn and look at her and smile... The sun must come up, and the birds will start singing, and then spring will bloom, and there will be peace on Earth, and love among mankind.
Okay, the latter part was purely exaggerated by me, but somehow I feel that his expectations are somehow nonsensical and maybe a bit naive. Somehow, I don't know whether I can approach another girl, thinking that she has all these qualities I want, and sort of strike out all other girls that lack these qualities. But strangely enough these guys do... they list out stuff like how their girlfriends, not even ideal ones, must be Asian, have to be shorter than them, doesn't need to work, and a lot of other inane details like nice personality, funny, listens to them and cooks for them when they come home.
Anyway, I think the idea of a girl that must fulfill these qualities is disgustingly naive. I mean, hey, sometimes if a girl is interesting enough, why not, right? Why not? Sometimes it's all there is, interest. But I think I am almost certain that I would live and die a happy bachelor.
Yes, all you married people out there can look upon me with envy already. Just two months ago, one of my old classmates got married. Truth be told, the first thing I thought to myself was that his girlfriend got knocked up. But now, the 'official' story is that he really loves her, is devoted to her and wants to spend forever with her. Somehow, cynical me still believes she got knocked up and this is a huge cover-up operation.
But the idea of living together with someone for the rest of my life sounds... If not disturbing, I got to say it's the least bit unsettling. I can't imagine living with someone else... Period. Living with another person, particularly one that encroaches on my personal space and habits would annoy the hell out of me, and if I stay at least 12-16 hours in close proximity of someone else, I would suddenly find a strange craving for flesh and blood.
I sort of came to that conclusion now that I'm staying with my sisters here in Manchester. Maybe it's just them, maybe it's the same with everyone one else, but for those who have been talking to me a little, they would know that my sisters can't leave me alone for a good goddamn minute. In fact, every time I want to do something on my own, for some reason or another, they request my attention in the oddest ways. Sometimes my younger sister talks non-stop about the most inane gossip which I listen to half-heartedly kinda like music in the background. And my older sister requests that I do so many things for her, which includes being her personal maid.
To be honest, I just wish I could somehow lock them out of my life for a good four hours every day, that way I can keep my sanity, but for some reason my sisters can't stop talking. I hardly use my voice at all, when I'm on my own, I don't particularly enjoy listening to my own voice, or the very need to annoy the shit out of my siblings, but sometimes I feel that I'm losing my grip on to sanity just by living with them.
Besides that talking habit of theirs, I believe that there are so many incomprehensible things about them, and hence I extrapolate to the rest of womankind. Namely, my older sister has a penchant for saving money on the most trivial of all matters, snapping at me for using the phone and spending a little extra on groceries, but she doesn't mind at all shopping for more clothes which she doesn't need, or going out and eat despite the weirdest of occasions. What's that saying? Penny wise, pound foolish? Hmm... It's even more apt since I'm here in the UK.
Furthermore, I was just arranging my sister's shoes, and I've noticed a couple of things. First thing I shall mention is that my younger sister bought a pair of boots that costs 45 pounds. After barely wearing it for a couple of days, she moans that it causes her feet to blister, and I haven't seen her wear it the past week. Now, maybe it's just me, but I make sure shoes are comfortable before I buy them, but my sisters buy shoes because... I have no idea why. I shall not speculate. Now, women out there may hate me a lot for saying this, but I think four pairs of shoes are enough. Maybe five. Any more, and I think it's a pure waste of money. I look at my sister's collection of shoes, and to my horror, why does her shoes look pretty much the same? Same black, same height of heels, same style. Okay, maybe one is suede, and the other one is leather. But seriously, so many of her shoes look too alike that maybe she should not look at another pair of shoes until she has at least worn hers out. Which might take a good year or so. But asking a woman not to buy shoes for a year is like asking someone to hold their breath for a good ten minutes. It's bearable for the first ten seconds, and then it quickly dwindles down to hell, the moment the next sale season comes on.
Maybe I just don't understand them, their weird needs for a closet full of clothes and more, and I don't understand how my sister could wind up in these weird phone contracts that seem to suck her wallet dry. I don't understand why does she have so many untouched books, and I don't understand all these weird bottles that fill up her medicine cabinet. I don't understand why there are so many hair products, and I don't understand their weird impulses. I don't get why I have to cook for both of them, when they seem perfectly capable of doing so, and I don't understand why they love annoying the hell out of me. I don't even understand why they need to buy me a bath robe, and I don't understand the importance of a birthday. I don't understand the importance of anniversaries and commercialized holidays. I don't understand the need for soft toys and the fact that they play Neopets. I don't understand the need for three different watches and six different bags. Seriously, I don't get it at all. It's like living in a completely alien land, to see my sister own something and never touch it for months.
Between me and them, I can pack my entire life into two luggages and one laptop bag. That's the amount of stuff I own. My older sister needs an entire moving van. Or two. I never could get that at all.
I'm just saying, hell, I guess I'm doomed to bachelorhood, I could never imagine myself being saddled down with so much baggage. Truth be told, if I upped and left, I could almost swear I was never here. Isn't that what life is? A fleeting transient moment, and then we're all dust. And to attach meaning to anything more than that... Feels nothing more than a burden.
Me: What kind of girl are you looking for?
Guy A: This girl... When she speaks, the whole table must turn and look at her and smile... The sun must come up, and the birds will start singing, and then spring will bloom, and there will be peace on Earth, and love among mankind.
Okay, the latter part was purely exaggerated by me, but somehow I feel that his expectations are somehow nonsensical and maybe a bit naive. Somehow, I don't know whether I can approach another girl, thinking that she has all these qualities I want, and sort of strike out all other girls that lack these qualities. But strangely enough these guys do... they list out stuff like how their girlfriends, not even ideal ones, must be Asian, have to be shorter than them, doesn't need to work, and a lot of other inane details like nice personality, funny, listens to them and cooks for them when they come home.
Anyway, I think the idea of a girl that must fulfill these qualities is disgustingly naive. I mean, hey, sometimes if a girl is interesting enough, why not, right? Why not? Sometimes it's all there is, interest. But I think I am almost certain that I would live and die a happy bachelor.
Yes, all you married people out there can look upon me with envy already. Just two months ago, one of my old classmates got married. Truth be told, the first thing I thought to myself was that his girlfriend got knocked up. But now, the 'official' story is that he really loves her, is devoted to her and wants to spend forever with her. Somehow, cynical me still believes she got knocked up and this is a huge cover-up operation.
But the idea of living together with someone for the rest of my life sounds... If not disturbing, I got to say it's the least bit unsettling. I can't imagine living with someone else... Period. Living with another person, particularly one that encroaches on my personal space and habits would annoy the hell out of me, and if I stay at least 12-16 hours in close proximity of someone else, I would suddenly find a strange craving for flesh and blood.
I sort of came to that conclusion now that I'm staying with my sisters here in Manchester. Maybe it's just them, maybe it's the same with everyone one else, but for those who have been talking to me a little, they would know that my sisters can't leave me alone for a good goddamn minute. In fact, every time I want to do something on my own, for some reason or another, they request my attention in the oddest ways. Sometimes my younger sister talks non-stop about the most inane gossip which I listen to half-heartedly kinda like music in the background. And my older sister requests that I do so many things for her, which includes being her personal maid.
To be honest, I just wish I could somehow lock them out of my life for a good four hours every day, that way I can keep my sanity, but for some reason my sisters can't stop talking. I hardly use my voice at all, when I'm on my own, I don't particularly enjoy listening to my own voice, or the very need to annoy the shit out of my siblings, but sometimes I feel that I'm losing my grip on to sanity just by living with them.
Besides that talking habit of theirs, I believe that there are so many incomprehensible things about them, and hence I extrapolate to the rest of womankind. Namely, my older sister has a penchant for saving money on the most trivial of all matters, snapping at me for using the phone and spending a little extra on groceries, but she doesn't mind at all shopping for more clothes which she doesn't need, or going out and eat despite the weirdest of occasions. What's that saying? Penny wise, pound foolish? Hmm... It's even more apt since I'm here in the UK.
Furthermore, I was just arranging my sister's shoes, and I've noticed a couple of things. First thing I shall mention is that my younger sister bought a pair of boots that costs 45 pounds. After barely wearing it for a couple of days, she moans that it causes her feet to blister, and I haven't seen her wear it the past week. Now, maybe it's just me, but I make sure shoes are comfortable before I buy them, but my sisters buy shoes because... I have no idea why. I shall not speculate. Now, women out there may hate me a lot for saying this, but I think four pairs of shoes are enough. Maybe five. Any more, and I think it's a pure waste of money. I look at my sister's collection of shoes, and to my horror, why does her shoes look pretty much the same? Same black, same height of heels, same style. Okay, maybe one is suede, and the other one is leather. But seriously, so many of her shoes look too alike that maybe she should not look at another pair of shoes until she has at least worn hers out. Which might take a good year or so. But asking a woman not to buy shoes for a year is like asking someone to hold their breath for a good ten minutes. It's bearable for the first ten seconds, and then it quickly dwindles down to hell, the moment the next sale season comes on.
Maybe I just don't understand them, their weird needs for a closet full of clothes and more, and I don't understand how my sister could wind up in these weird phone contracts that seem to suck her wallet dry. I don't understand why does she have so many untouched books, and I don't understand all these weird bottles that fill up her medicine cabinet. I don't understand why there are so many hair products, and I don't understand their weird impulses. I don't get why I have to cook for both of them, when they seem perfectly capable of doing so, and I don't understand why they love annoying the hell out of me. I don't even understand why they need to buy me a bath robe, and I don't understand the importance of a birthday. I don't understand the importance of anniversaries and commercialized holidays. I don't understand the need for soft toys and the fact that they play Neopets. I don't understand the need for three different watches and six different bags. Seriously, I don't get it at all. It's like living in a completely alien land, to see my sister own something and never touch it for months.
Between me and them, I can pack my entire life into two luggages and one laptop bag. That's the amount of stuff I own. My older sister needs an entire moving van. Or two. I never could get that at all.
I'm just saying, hell, I guess I'm doomed to bachelorhood, I could never imagine myself being saddled down with so much baggage. Truth be told, if I upped and left, I could almost swear I was never here. Isn't that what life is? A fleeting transient moment, and then we're all dust. And to attach meaning to anything more than that... Feels nothing more than a burden.
