My Favourite Name Is Ian

Couldn't stop noticing Cheryl's kitty during cell group, so I abusively raped it. Pun intended

Pressure is good, stress is superior and tension is even more marvellous above all. We often load ourselves  up when we travel, it's an archetypal human nature to have the tendency to prepare for any situation or whatsoever. The burden of being prepared leaves us with our arms full, unable to receive whatever is there when we arrive. I wonder how did I even relate all this to pressure, maybe a simultaneous unawareness as my pile of workload continues to increase dramatically and a small unit of my subconscious mind constantly exerting me to read them. 

What I learned; drop everything, leave everything and be open to everything. We bother to much when it comes to human contact, maybe the term 'we' implies on how much of a hypocrite I am trying to cover my own self identity of being one of the individuals that simply judges people with judiciousness. I bet I've mentioned this over a million times. If I were to be given a chance to reverse time, I would have appreciate those around me more and make more effort in mingling around with some of the interesting people whom I miraculously discovered. Shame on me, I just could not bother much about their existence back in those days. Social networking is already burdensome, the typical conversations over the network just does not work for me. The non-prevailing interaction by typing vigorously over the keyboard? Not my cup of tea. I'd rather wander around myself in soap-opera marathon whether it comes to slutty dramas like '90210' or those of non-fiction like 'Lie to Me'.

A winter holiday brought me unto realisation that there are some people that are really interesting and worth knowing. For once, I managed to have some really good conversation with this senior of mine. It was awkward approached initially, or maybe it is still... Nevertheless, better late than never to know someone that I find him really interesting in personality. Funny how I was telling Lily: "How come I never realised the existence of such an interesting and good fellow until he approached me first?"

Either it's human nature or not; why does it always us to undergo some phenomenon of a kind to gain people's attention? I used to have the dejecting thought of dealing with pretentious, temporary sympathy and apathy others give to another individual when he/she is having a hard time. But for once, this was genuine, decent and it somehow made me appreciate and also to take big steps to be open and just to accept some people.

It's a nice feeling, now I have an addition interesting friend and he knows that I wanted to be named Ian.