Other People Have Problems Too

Well, well, well...
yes boys and girls, I am back.

And it took an argument (sort of)
to do it.

For the record,
the person I argued with today
is no friend of mine,
so it's no big deal to me.

What's that?
It's not a big deal to you either?
Does it seem like I give a damn?
No?
Good.

Now shut the hell up.

Where was I?
Oh yeah,
the argument.

Don't get me wrong.
I'm not one to hold grudges.
It's definitely not the reason why I'm
no longer calling that particular person "friend".

I don't know...
maybe she's always been that way.
Maybe they all are.
Maybe I was just too fucked up to notice.

Someone
who is unable to emphasize with others can never be my friend.
Oh no!
She isn't my friend now!
I'm sure she's gonna be so sad.
Boo Fucking Hoo.

We weren't even close to begin with
so I seriously doubt she's gonna be
bothered by it.

Just because she isn't
my friend, my buddy, my pal...
doesn't mean I hate her or anything.

It just means that she's an acquaintance.
Someone I know.
Period.

So what did we argue about, you ask?

You didn't ask?
Screw you, then, ok?
It's MY blog!

Of all the stupid-ass things to argue
about... distance from work.
Yes.

Not about how bloody irritating I am;
about how I think I'm funny when I'm actually not....
about how I won't shut up. Ever.

NooooOOOOO!!
Not about that!
Of course not!

We were arguing about
how I should not be allowed to
come at 9 (why the HELL do they call it a 9-5 job anyway??)
simply because I live about an hour and 20 mins away.

Ah yes.
And where does she live?
In Hougang.
How far is Hougang from Dhoby Ghaut?
20 mins? 30?

I guess she doesn't take into account the fact
that as she is getting her ass
off her bed,
I'm already rushing off to the factory- I mean, office.

"Just wake up earlier".
That simple, eh?

What in the HELL do you know?

You see, cupcake,
unless you're in my exact same situation,
you don't get to shoot
your big-ass mouth off like that.

It's like a fucking monkey
who already lives in the middle of a tree...
and asks the mole
why it can't get to the top of the tree
at the same time as it does everyday.

She's a genius, isn't she?
"Just wake up earlier".
Wow.

Brilliant!

I bet MENSA would be knocking on her fucking
door in fucking Hougang anytime now.

I'd like to ask the
genius a couple of questions.

First of all,
does that mean I have to give up a few hours of sleep?

Yes?
Oh right.
For work.
Sure.
Not a problem!

But not you, eh?
Right.

So what's wrong with sacrificing sleep
for the almighty fucking dollar?

Apart from sleep,
I'd be sacrificing my health as well.

The first few days wouldn't be
much of a problem...
but soon,
I'd be having backaches... followed by chronic
backaches, headaches, etc.

Even then, it wouldn't be much
of a problem.
Pop a couple of pills and I'll be fine.

One week like that,
and I'd probably end up collapsing on the
office floor.

Not just that...
thanks to my damaged disc,
There's a really high chance I'd wake up in a hospital bed.

I am not exaggerating.
I wish I were.
How I fucking wish I were.

I'm weak.
So sue me.

I didn't ask to be like this.
Hell, I even hit the gym
to be LESS weak.

And yes,
the gym.

The next question.
Why not just skip the gym
so that I'd be able to get more hours of rest?

My, my.
You are so very smart.

But oh wait!
What about my damaged disc?
You mean, if I don't exercise
to strengthen my abs
and back, it would be just fine?

You mean... all that strength training...
does not make a difference?

WOoHOo!

You should tell all the doctors that!
Sure you didn't go to medical
school... but you're a fucking genius! (how many "fucking"s is that now?)

I mean, if a lot of other people
don't hit the gym
and they are fine...
why should I be the exception, right?

Such brilliant reasoning!

Hey I have a suggestion...
take all that...
roll it into one giant cookie...
and stick it up your ass.
Do it.
You need it, really.

Oh hey,
one more question,
Einstein.

Are you gonna build another bathroom
for my family of 8...
all of whom need to get ready
and leave early in the morning?

Are you gonna make breakfast for us?

Ohh.... right2.
Ha ha silly me....
we should ALL sacrifice rest
and breakfast...
just because YOU say so!

Ha ha silly me... thinking otherwise.

Oh hey, some of us,
while preparing breakfast,
also have to prepare lunch.
That's right.
Lunch, you stupid woman, man, transsexual, whatever the hell you are.
Not all of us can afford to eat outside.

And what does that mean?
Getting up at around 5am...
just to get ready for work...
which stretches up to 8 (yes, I'm always in that building until at least 8)...
reaching home at 9.20...
getting ready for work the next day, which could take up until
10.30.

Not forgetting the fucking, motherfucking fact
that I have trouble sleeping.
Takes me a 1-2 hours to sleep...

So how many hours does that leave me, oh
brilliant one?

4-and-a-half hours!
Yeay!

That is definitely enough for me!

And here's the kicker.
I don't go on dates.
I rarely socialise.
Hell, pretty much all I do is go to work,
hit the gym, then go home.
Not all by choice.

Unlike who?
Who now?

"What's that supposed to mean"?

She said it as if it doesn't make a bit
of difference that
she doesn't have to go through all that.

And if she does lose sleep...
it is by choice.

Choice.
She may be a genius,
but I'm guessing she doesn't know the meaning of the word.

Oh hey...
lastly...
I have a problem.

It's not as bad now
as it was in the past...
but it's still there.
And I do have bad days.
BAD days.

Wait2.. I know! I know!

Everyone has problems, right?
Ah yes.
Because all the problems are the same.

Here's the thing.
Do not talk to me like you know me.
NONE of you fucking know me.

I can give you one guarantee.
If you, the genius,
had to go through all that I've been
through... and am still going through...
I can guarantee that you'd be fucking dead.

You would've taken your own life long ago.

And that is a guarantee, sweetheart.
Believe me,
if I had the CHOICE,
I'd be six feet under right now (or 7).

So... you can take yourself and your home in Hougang,
and shove it.

I don't need that kind of bullshit.
My life is fucked up enough as it is.

And lastly,
the decision isn't
up to you in the first place...
so blow your big fat horn as often and as loud as
you want.

Come January,
I am outta there.
And I can't wait.

Lastly,
once the office shifts
to the new location...
I'd like to see your ass
in that chair before 8.30 every morning.

Scratch that.
I'd rather not look at your ass.
In fact, I'd pay NOT to look at your ass.

I know she apologised,
and I forgave her.
I did.

But like I said,
I cannot be around people like that.
I just can't.
The core of the problem is her nature.

People who can't emphasize...
people who work so hard and expect others to do the same...
not caring about
how not everyone is in a position to do so.

Who doesn't like cash?
Hell I'd work 12-14 hours a day if I were able to!
Sheesh.

So yeah.
It's her nature,
not the argument itself.

Well,
enough of that.