I do not have photos of me before the age of 19. Thanks, hard drives.
Having flitted from external hard drive to hard drive throughout my teenage years – (Cloud wasn’t a big thing back then) all of which ended in broken whirring messes, leaving me penniless and laden with stress-induced migraines – I finally conceded that these supposed storage ‘life-savers’ and I were never meant to be.
I was in my Grabhitch this morning, making absolutely no attempt to converse with my regular driver. He’s nice enough and has endured my lateness on more than one occasion. Still, I didn’t have the patience to make conversation at 8 in the morning, especially when he was one who favoured monosyllabic replies.
I’m not level-Melvin Udall yet; I don’t take pleasure in flicking the light switch on and off five times before entering any room, or feel the need to bin a bar of soap after each use – That’s OCD, not habit. Or as we Singaporeans comically imitate the Thai: Same same, but different.
The need to abide by a routine – be it with the help from planners, task apps or lists galore (I’ve done it all) – has become a chronic disability, crippling my ability to spontaneously ‘enjoy life’. Or as I like to call it: Being unprepared.
As my first work anniversary is around the corner, I thought it just to document my observations at places that I’ve worked at, pointing out occurrences that not only strike a chord (or nerve) but also frequently serve as afternoon amusement.
They were also doing their squats wrong. I wanted to tell them, I really did. But then I thought to myself, “Nah, with manners like that, you’d survive that back injury just fine.”
Decked out in my usual gym garb, I made a beeline for my usual squat rack. Halfway through my set, two girls approached me, claiming that I was using their squat rack and that I should move aside.
I woke this morning with the most unpleasant feeling, but for the life of me, I can’t seem to remember what it was that caused me a discomfort comparable to having period cramps and concurrent constipation.
It may have been the iconic John Lennon who originally coined these words, but of late it’s been me who has lived its weight. Yes, I’m talking about the infamous Christmas holidays which has got every radio station crapping its pants with Mariah jingles and non-religious cab driver wishing passengers with seasonal greetings.