Sometimes with my waning faith and interest in the human race, I think I am better off in some subterranean hideaway where I have everything I need and only come out once in a while to interact with the human race. Why do I say this? Just a few things here and there I have noticed.
There are these 2 sad incidents, the first being a family friend who was shot thugs in what seems to have been an assassination since nothing was stolen from him (that's my hypothesis). I know two wrongs don't make a right but I hope those thugs and whoever hired them die a slow and painful death. There there was this story of the Kenya Airways pilot (whom I didn't know personally) who was killed by thugs when his car stalled at the notorious Uhuru Highway roundabout that has been making rounds on the internets. I can't even begin to imagine the pain that both families are going through.
It's sad that the more we "progress" as human beings the lower we regress. Animals kill to survive or feed while human beings kill on the other hand kill for any unfathomable reason that comes to mind. Be it jealousy, greed for property or whatever other reason, killing someone won't get rid of the issue that led to those sensations. It's hard to be coherent given the contempt I have for those involved.
Reading those stories basically makes all the other things I'm going to mention seem trival in comparison but I shall still share them......
My brother often accuses me of being nostalgic and archaic, at times when I look at how people act; I have to agree. I may have mentioned this on twitter but as I work with people outside my organization, it seems that people have lost the abilities of reading and comprehension. I often want to tear my hair out when I send people a link to information on our organization's website (homepage no less!) and these same individuals call or email me asking me for that SAME information! It's even worse when you email people information, and they email you a week later or call you asking for that same information!!! I have taken to forwarding previously sent e-mails and resisting the temptation to cuss people out on the phone, in fact half the time I let my phone go to voice-mail and answer their voice-mail with email. As you can tell, I don't suffer fools lightly!
I have been talking to some of my lady friends in the past weeks and many of them are going on about how their friends are getting engage or married, and of course wanting to be in the same situation. I struggle to understand the lure of settling down for many women today. You see unlike the past, most women are economically independent; so there is no need for a man to take care of them. Add to this women don't even need to have a husband to have children, all they need to do is do the deed and keep it moving, society doesn't even look down on single mothers as much as it used to. On the other hand though I can understand the lure of stability, having someone there and the prestige that comes with being called "Mrs XYZ..."
With that being said, a large number of marriages here break down due to the fact that many women have the expectation that once they get married, everything will be alright. I have had a chic say this to my face, "once I find the right person, I know things in life will be easier to deal with." I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. The poor bastid who marries this girl will be responsible for her happiness and success in life. I'm sorry to say this, but if you can't be happy with your life alone, then there is no way it's going to be happy with someone else you need to be able to appreciate your life alone with its flaws before inviting someone else in. And that's it for the Dr Acolyte relationship hour......
This is going to lead into a longer more detailed post that I am working but based on some recent experiences, I have realized that the American healthcare system is a one hot steaming mess! I will expound on that once I put my thoughts and experiences down in an organized manner. Now back to real life!
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7 comments:
Re: the female nesting syndrome, it's biological; can't be helped.
And it's not so much that the 'right guy' will make me happy or make my life easy, it's that i'll be happ-ier than I am now, and that life will be eas-ier with someone around to help me. I'm independent, I pay my own bills, I'm responsible for my own O's yadda-cubed, lakini it's just nice to have someone to share all that with. It's like having your best friend on organic speed dial - with sex ;-)
About that other thing, earth is insane and people suck, that's true. But there ARE some nice things left in the world. Like soap bubbles, and ice cream. It's hard to be cynical while standing on a roof blowing soap bubbles...
acolyte......niaje been long since i been in your nest!!..dont be that cut-throat aco sugar coat the truth a bit!!
@ 3CB
I bet if I talked about the biological impulse for men, you wouldnt be smiling with me lol!
I do agree that at least have a good viewpoint, wanting to have a partner as opposed to someone to complete you.
Yes I do agree there are some nice things left in our world, they are just few and far between.
@ Rants
Boss sometimes you need to call things as they are! Habari ya kulost?
I just bumped into your site. Very informative. I shall become a follower. Keep it up
@ shuga blog
Thanks for the follow! Always good to have new visitors to the blog...
When such senseless violence happens, it makes one really question human nature.
As for people who want you to repeat & resend info 20 times, it's a high degree of laziness!
On women and settling down: it's biological. Also it's great to have companionship. And for those who want kids, it makes more sense to have a loving partner to help raise them rather than one who's only a sperm donor =) A number of men (usually late 30s-early 40s) seem to catch the bug too!
Another new visitor, that's two in one post...
Where do our females get these assumptions? A chic friend of mine believes a chic truly falls in love only once. That's why she kept holding on to her abusive first love.
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