Before you leap to any conclusions about my self-pity, I think this is an outcome that I would most prefer. Please let's not have every occassion in our lives turn into some photo-whoring situation. It's not all about the partying and how many people you can invite to your funeral.
Metaphorically, that is.
Of course, this is merely a view expressed by the cynical, hateful, misanthrophic person that I sometimes degenerate into if left alone long enough. It probably stems from my not being loved enough as a child and lingering issues of ostracism experienced at the onset of secondary school. And my condition is constantly being aggravated by my interaction with peers, most of whom I harbour secret fantasies of beating to a pulp. There may come a day when I completely lose it and go ape-shit on someone's ass. I eagerly await it with a lead pipe.
I know I'm not being facetious enough for the sacarsm to be readily obvious, but you can set your pretty heads at ease. I am being flippant.
But yes, everything is a popularity contest. Being the Singapore Idol, becoming the president of a club, that funny singing competition thingy on Channel U, birthday parties, graduation parties, Friendster.com, having people send you off, winning any kind of voted competition and having almost any kind of party....Popularity contests. What a funny world we live in now where we are judged by the length of our MSN list, where we name acquaintances as friends even when there's no feeling there. Perhaps in such a networked society, we hasten to call others our friends so that we may be remembered by those we know. Unfortunately the price paid for this is a gradual erosion of identity - we're not individual entities any longer, just someone's friend. And that's all.
Because everything has become a popularity contest, it's no longer as important to know someone. You just have to be able to name the person and the situation through which you met.
But really, how can you call someone a friend unless you know things about this person the average stranger doesn't?
Favourite colour? Favourite band? What about their personality traits? Loyalty? Stinginess? Kindness? And the things they hate - litterbugs, Ashton Kucher? Any hobbies? Pet phrases?
On that perfectly serious note, let me say to all "friends" and potential "friends": If you don't even know one thing about me that someone else could learn within a 5 minute chat, you can take your friendship and shove it. And don't ever, ever ask to be my friend if you're only ultimately interested in getting into my pants. Or up my skirt. Whatever. Respect if you're honest, lead pipe if you're not.
:: nimezs @ 10:18 pm [+] ::
