Some adultery

by halfaboy

Oh, what a day.

Over a seemingly innocuous lunch today, nice colleague suddenly admitted that she has been feeling down. And being the ever helpful twerp, I suggested activities through which she can love herself more and raise her spirits. It is not easy being a foreigner in someone else’s country, even if you have your family around. And unlike more cosmopolitan cities, going to school in a nation-state like Singapore does make an expat feel more foreign than he/she should.

Alas, by the end of the day, I was the one feeling the blues. This unshakable sense that the whole world is moving ahead too quickly for me, and after all these years I seem to be the only person who have not make any progress, squatting right back at square one. And slowly but surely, all my friends are falling off the radar with their significant others while I’m still kicking myself over  how awkward I am meeting strangers I could hardly care less about. Basically, all the shit in the universe that a Ferrero Rocher wouldn’t solve.

Of course, I didn’t just wallow in self-pity and go to bed with my head under the blanket. Of course the experiences of the past two years taught me to be patient and humble and all the other adult coping strategies which I think all teachers in schools are just too PC to talk about, as with all other possible metrics of success besides those they’ve been brought up with.

But still, it has not been an easy day and I wish better ones will come soon.