Okay, I've been diligently drowning myself in Source Based Questions for the past few evenings/nights. I don't know why, but I seem to have developed this ability to derive saddistic pleasure from forcing myself to evaluate sources one after another in chunky paragraphs. It's highly satisfying completing the paragraphs one by one, even more so when you can end abruptly because conclusions are worthless if your essay doesn't have a L5 grade to be pushed up by L6 by the conclusion. Heheh!
Anyway, I had a brief chat with Sieuping on MSn after seeing her MSN PM:
Life's like a circle of hot coals having a few cool places; a path we have to run over incessantly.
Actually, this was from a article in today's Mind Your Body which I happened to read whilst in the toilet. =) The article struck me as I found I could really agree with it. It said something like how when people are feeling down or depressed, cheering them up doesn't usually have any effect because that's not what the person wants. They want someone who is able to sympathise with them, someone who has walked down the same path before. I suppose there's some form of camaraderie there, something comforting in the least. I think it makes a lot of sense.Many a time when I feel down, I don't exactly appreciate someone trying to cheer me up. Okay, appreciate the
effort is one thing. The end result is another thing.
In fact, we were both in agreement that naive optimism borders on the edge of irritating. I acknowledge that it's someone elses business if they wish to live in self-denial and act as if there really gold at the end of the rainbow for each and every single one of us. But that's simply not the case. No disneyland or fairytales here baby! Extreme optimism isn't the way to go. Heck, we might even all be gone by 2012- even before I graduate from University! (assuming I get in in the first place...)
But then again, we live only once, why not "be happy"? Or least pretend to be. I think happiness is highly intangible like a dementor, an unquantifiable little squiggle of thing that is evasive like the golden snitch. If you do catch it, you would have to release it again to be kept and hidden away in the box of Quidditch balls and wait for the next game of Quidditch. It's a passing thing. We're bloody insatiable beings. Hurhur. Okay, back to the optimism thing.
Admittedly, it'd be difficult to "force" optimism on someone who is feeling pessimistic. It's kind of durh -.- actually but I think pessimists would feel more comfortable if there wasn't someone who tries to stuff a bunch of roses and candyfloss down your throat. It would be hard to swallow, yea? Actually, I don't think I'm either, not extremist anyway. We should all sit on the fence and at most endure the fence poking our butts. Like the A
SEAN Way- gotong royong? Consensus my foot.
Okay, I'm letting the SBQs get to me. Cannot, must control stress and frustration which are detrimental to
productivity and leads to lesser units of output with the same amount of resources. Now, I shall practise
self-censorship and end this post before I hop off the fence and say/type/write something radical. Okay, I won't because I'm a peace loving tree-hugger. Peace sign! \/ !! I have self-realisation that I'm starting to ramble. (This is called applying what you learn in school...)
So I shall go and sleep now amd save cucumber slices for those 黑眼圈.