Welcome back...

It has been more than a year since my last blog entry, and I guess my readership has dwindled from the few (of whom I really appreciate) to what I'll suspect to be a few random souls who happen to chance upon my blog. Given that it hasn't been updated regularly, that would be more than I deserve. Then again, since I believe that there are no more readers for my blog, I would be open to share my thoughts as well as secrets.

This begs the question: why am I blogging again then? I guess it must be the excruciating boredom that comes with 3 months worth of holidays and the fact that I do no have any work to occupy my time. As I always say, slacking is only fun when there is actual work to do. When there is nothing to do however, slacking is just way too boring for me. As a matter of fact, I am actually looking forward to the start of the new semester: all the old and new faces, the endless hours spent mugging, the overbearing sense of dread before the exams and checking out all the pretty ladies... ;)

Talking about checking out the ladies, I fear that this would all I be doing... checking them out. Nothing more than that. No relationship beyond casual friends. Given that this has been happening all the while, I wouldn't be the least surprised that such a state of affairs would continue. Do I want to do something about it? Of course I do. That said, some things are better left to fate, even though till this very day fate has yet to truly smile upon me. I can honestly say that I did try to do something to change my situation, though sadly nothing has come out of it. Therefore do pardon the somewhat fatalistic outlook on my part.

Honestly, I have yet to have a single girlfriend in my life. Does this cast a negative light upon myself? I believe it does. First, why would anyone want someone who has yet to have a girlfriend at the ripe old age of 22? Surely there must be something wrong with the person that no girl would fall for him. Second, any approach made to girls would somehow seem to suggest that the person is trying to score. Which all link to the last and most serious problem, which is the attachment of the term "Despo" to the person.

Not that this comes with very negative implications. In the world of relationships, however, it is a death knelt to any realistic hope of the person ever getting a girlfriend. Guys would empathise, girls would sympathise, but tragically none of the latter would never approach one as a potential boyfriend. The potential negative social connotations serve as an artificial barrier. This may not be entirely true, but this is usually when the girl is not aware of the label that has been attached to the guy. Well, what they don't know can't hurt them.

This explains the phenomenon of Despos trying to know more girls. It is highly likely that the person's reputation would precede him, leading to a vicious cycle that would only mean a lonely existence for that poor male specimen until he is able to move beyond this label by either being ridiculously successful, getting a girl who didn't know or didn't care (good catch, this girl would be), or as a last resort getting a mail order bride.

Thankfully, this label has not yet been attached to me (that I know of). Unfortunately, an equally dubious label may be attached to me: the nice guy. Think I'll talk about this sub-species of the male population in a letter entry. Believe me though, it is equally, if not more, tragic than that of the Despo.

Quote of the day

"No matter how lonely you get or how many birth announcements you receive, the trick is not to get frightened. There's nothing wrong with being alone."

- Wendy Wasserstein, Isn't It Romantic, 1983