Love or Lust?

Disclaimer: The reference of ‘love’ in this post is in the context of an inamorato/ inamorata. Not love for your parents, kids, siblings, friends, etc.

At the risk of having an angry mob hunt me down and them subjecting me to a tiresome harangue about how wrong I am, I’d say it’s all lust. Since the time matrimonial rituals were of cavemen bludgeoning the object of their affection over the head and dragging her back to their cave/home, love has been confused with lust.

Then again, I believe the emotion we have termed “love” (refer disclaimer) has been conjured up by some sadistic individual. I don’t think it’s natural or innate. After quite a bit of deliberation I’ve concluded that it’s a synthetic emotion that with the brainwashing of the media, we are beguiled into believing it’s genuine.

Often I find myself consoling love burned friends. And more often than not these hopeless, broken friends happen to be guys! I’ve thus come to the conclusion that men are more faint of heart when it comes to the myth of love. It’s amazing really! I’ve heard it all, from “she’s the one!” to  “I’ll never love anyone more than I love her, for all of eternity!”…

At which point I want to just grab them by the shoulders and shake some sense into them!

My cynical opinion could have been developed while consoling these cupid damned souls. Being the person consoling them, I’ve found myself looking at this sort of love objectively.

Also, it’s only fair that it be known I’m more emotionally detached than the average person. There have been a countless number of times when people, including my friends and even my mom, have told me that I’m not the sort of person who’s ruled by my heart.

When faced with a problem, I tend to step back, analyze it and come up with the best possible solution. How I feel about it or how others may feel about it is irrelevant, ’cause everyone/ everything will be as right as rain when the solution is put into effect (and it always is).

Here’s a bit of what my heart-broken guy friends are going through-

* Friend One tends to fall hard. When he falls in love with someone, his “love” becomes engraved in stone. He’ll love all his crushes and ex’s till his dying day. He’s also the guy who believes that there is only one girl for him. And even though she’s just cruel to him AND it’s been years since they were together, he is still madly in love with her. (Where’s the logic in that?)

* Friend Two falls in (and not necessarily out of) love with a new girl every two minutes. His feelings are always intense, the “I can’t survive without her” sort. Would you believe there’s ALWAYS some complication in hooking up with the girl.

* Friend Three is your regular badass- sex, drugs and rock and roll. He loves his weed and booze, and he smokes like a chimney. He says he was a saint before, it was love that had driven him towards the afore mentioned. According to him “one innocent” girl who broke his heart is to be blamed for his addictions.

Those are the three main types, other friends (including the girls) are mixes of the three.

I love my friends to bits so you can imagine how infuriating it is to see them hurt and depressed. Especially when it’s pain inflicted on themselves for something ridiculous as being in love. It isn’t surprising why I’m cynical about love, is it?

If you think things through and not give into your heart so easily, you wouldn’t find yourself in these situations. It’s all pretty simple really.

And come on, there are more important things in life than having a main squeeze! Love is nothing more than a mythical construct designed by a sadistic caveman, and has been exploited by the media since menhirs were used for advertising. Wake up and smell the deceit!

Saturday was interesting…

I had been asked to speak on journalism at a career guidance conference organised by my school OGA. But I had intended on spending the whole of Saturday with some friends, so I referred them to a schoolmate who was a journalist up until a few months back before she got hitched.

Come Saturday morning, I buzzed the president of the OGA, only to find out that they’d had no luck in finding a replacement. She reassured me that I’d be done by 11.30 am, and since I was to meet up with my friends for Transformers2, at 12.00pm, I figured what the heck! All I had to do was get up on the old school stage and speak to a bunch of brats about journalism, right?

Wrong…

11.00 am, I found myself sitting at a panel at some place that did not remotely resemble the school assembly hall. The other past pupils on the panel were all my seniors, and were going through prepared speeches, one even had a powerpoint presentation! I was completely unprepared! Now, I could have jotted down some important points on the palm of my hand while waiting to be introduced to the podium, but I was too engrossed in what the other speakers had to say and thinking to myself in turn, how far more interesting and exciting my career path was to theirs! I know, that’s terribly cocky of me but you can’t blame me for thinking that way. The two who were at the podium before me spoke about being a desk lawyer or lecture! Yawn… All I could think was- man, that’s dull!

When it was my turn at the podium, I just spoke off the top of my head. And now, I feel I could’ve said a lot more… Dang!

Right after I was done, instead of returning to my seat at the panel, I hot-footed it straight to the exit. On my way out I was given a little gift, sort of like a token of appreciation for speaking at the conference, my first thought on receiving it was- I hope it’s a pen and not some silly dust-collecting memorabilia. That’s just me for you, I find ornaments useless… if it doesn’t do anything, what’s the point????

Transformers 2!

With all the last minute additions, we ended up with 7 guys and 2 girls. Four Kottu bloggers, two non-Kottu bloggers and three lame duckies. The movie was good. Except for when Hish, and PaparéBoy, wolf whistled whenever Megan Fox appeared on screen (hooligans!). The WhacksteR took it upon himself to censor the kissing scenes for me by promptly obstructing my view with the back of his hand. Makuluwo was the only one among us who didn’t enjoy the movie. As for the lame duckies… of what I gathered from the ‘after-movie-discussion’ they seemed to have appreciated the movie mostly ‘cause Megan Fox was acting in it. *cough-typical-cough*

Few ‘hours’ of lunch later and one guy short, we crammed ourselves like sardines in a can, in Mackie’s car and headed off to the only coffee joint in Colombo that’s easy on the wallet- Coffee Stop.

After drowning their coffee, the guys got to talking about how to pick up girls. The concentration, the solemn nods of concurrence, the intense look across their faces- anyone passing by would have assumed they were discussing something of gravity, like politics or even the Armageddon. To my female ears, it sounded more like they were discussing fishing for bass- the right bait, how long you should wait, how to reel in the biggest baddest bass out there… And all this from 6 guys who are all single! Ha! Shows how much their theories work!

And finally they ask the two girls, what the best pick up line would be. Did they honestly think we’d share that valuable bit of information?

Freaky guys

What sick sadistic pleasure do guys derive from harassing girls?

Honestly, I just don’t get it. How can anyone get a kick out of intimidating someone else?

I don’t know any form of self defence. I haven’t got Mace. I’m not strong enough to stand up against one guy let alone TWO.

As much as I’d hate to admit it, I’m weak and vulnerable!

So you can imagine how freaked out I was when two guys approached me this evening as I stood by myself along a dark, lonely road.

Around 8:30 pm, I was standing along the road waiting for my sis to pick me up when two guys approach me from behind. They stood behind me and one guy repeatedly asked the other, “keeyada ahanda” (ask her how much). They then began discussing something but my Sinhala sucks so I wasn’t able to make out what they were saying.

I immediately walked a few paces forward while they called after me “koheda yanne”? (Where are you going?)

I frantically dialed my sis and ask her where the hell she was. They walked past laughing all the way around the bend and out of sight.

I breathed a sigh of relief although I was seething.

But they weren’t done having their fun. They returned about two minutes later in a car and pulled up in front of me! This time I wasn’t about to stick around, trying not to seem afraid (’cause that’s exactly what they want), but failing miserably at it, I walked to up to the main road as briskly as I could.

They stayed parked for a few mins longer and then drove off.

I was frothing mad! I didn’t look like a prostitute. Ever seen a prostitute wearing spectacles? In a turtle neck t-shirt and jeans? With a huge, brightly coloured Barefoot bag with badges of smileys and witty quotes pinned on? Holding files???

Yeah sure, they were just teasing, but it still scares us. Always does.

Guys- The scum of the earth!

k…. I had decided to quit blogging since I discovered that I couldn’t write… Figured I’d just chuck the whole thing… and I temporarily shut down my blog…

Then again… I gradually came to realise that it’s not about being able to write well… it’s about venting out!

So here’s my first post since I’ve resurrected the my blog. (I honestly am a drama queen aren’t I?….And there are quit a few of us around…)

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I’m totally over that little bout of depression I was experiencing. That’s just something that comes about sporadically… I’m dead certain it’s ’cause I have a proclivity to suppress negative emotions and well… you can’t really keep burning rage down! It will eventually ’cause you to explode.

I’m not complaining though. It’s actually quite brilliant really! And if you’re anything like me… that is, you have the attention span of squirrel, the memory of a goldfish plus you’re EDBA (Emotionally- Detached- Beyond- Average), you’re rarely ever peeved off!

At this very moment, however, I am a tad cheesed off… Guys are the neeking scum of the earth!!! K… not all… but most!!! Some frigging creep has been taking one of my besties for a ride!!! The little…ARGH!!! The nerve of the poop-stealing-tree-farmer!!! How could he do that to her, of all people??!?!?!?! Her???? She’s the definition of sweetness!

Apparently, he sees making her fall in love with him as a challenge since she’s kinda religious and doesn’t do the whole dating thing! And he succeeded…

I knew he was a creep and I told her to watch out but the ruddy toad played his cards right! He had me believing he was being sincere too! He’s 22 y/o and he’s had 11 girl friends for heavens sake!!!! He even admitted to having cheated on them and having had three flings at a time!

Why do guys do that? Really…how could they?… How could anyone toy with someone’s emotions just for kicks! Honestly…guys are the scum of the earth!