Yakking About a Yucky Question
Anyone who poses questions such as “How come you don’t have a boyfriend?” is either a) a muppet or b) a dimwit. In either case, they deserve to be shot dead (guillotine is a plausible option) for asking questions just slightly short of the stupidity their pea-sized brains bear. I could write a whole thesis on this subject except that it would be a complete waste of time (stupid people will never get it!!!!). So to put it quite simplistically in one line, let me just say that even the most individualistic of mankind will jump at the opportunity and convert to dualism come the right match.I’ve resorted to not talking about my personal (non-existing) relationships (and here I am doing exactly that… eyes rolling backward and then forward before falling out of the sockets) because of the sort of rubbish that is not only too much for my brain to collect (yes, they actually demand up to 3-folds more energy than the compositional analyses do) but would make me reek of pathetic-ness afterwards. So no more yakking, y’all hear?
The other night whilst having supper with 3 friends from Uni, 2 of whom I last saw in summer of 2002, they (the 2 Leng Chais) queried about us (the 2 Malay girls) being singles. I didn’t mind the mode of questioning, as it was very objective and more of a cultural inquisition than anything else (or maybe I’m just saying that to defend my palpable contradicting reaction). And unsurprisingly enough the Malay duo unequivocally scapegoated conservative Malay boys. I ought to paraphrase that. Let’s see… what we actually did was claim that outspokenness turn Malay guys off. Which is a big lie I think since I don’t recall ever having a chat with any guy other than my existing friends and my teammates (except for my ex-crush… but I could easily do a word count on that, so that doesn’t count). Plus, I don’t think I’m that outspoken anyway because otherwise I would have had the guts to face my ex-future flatmate and explain to her that I wasn’t moving in after all (and for the email I sent instead, I got a ferocious reply but I guess I deserve it - thanks to my lack of ethics).
As if to amplify our superiority by way of our supposedly intimidating persona, I think somewhere between, if not along the lines, we might have thrown in the ever popular and over used “Malay guys always like the stereotypical meek Malay girls” excuse. But by bedtime I realize the hypocrisy. All I did was make a stereotypical generalization that has very little merit in the real world. In truth, I’m pretty sure that there are many cool new-age Malay men out there who fancy opinionated intelligent Malay women. I just ran out of luck meeting and getting acquainted to them. And above all, how do I categorise my good good male buddies if these allegations are true? Surely, were they; mostly attached to nice girls, the stereotypical dominance-seeking jerks, I wouldn’t have had so much fun being friends with them, would I?
In all honesty, I’ve always wondered if the root of the problem is me; that I’m not pretty, slender or friendly enough…Or that I’m being punished for abusing the use of my larynx (nothing to do with the aforementioned outspokenness but has everything to do with talking too much sometimes…well actually, most of the time). But when I look around there’s always at least one person who, I dare vouch, is worse off in these respects (and for that matter, I wouldn’t trade my singlehood for their toye-looking boyfriends notwithstanding a bounty because albeit I don’t have such a high taste I do have a little).
Having said everything I could think of at this point in time, I conclude that I don’t have the ultimate answer to this killer question and for that reason I hate it so much. All I know is that I haven’t found my destiny. Likewise, my destiny hasn’t found me. In the future I shall elude this formidable question. And seriously I should quit yakking about it too.
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