Go, OGO.

Ran into the Old Gay One (OGO) the Saturday before last. There was this slight rush of pleasure at seeing an old friend. Last time I saw him, he was a caricature of his usual crude, tasteless self --- he had turned into a bitter old crone with a predilection for harassing the hapless men in our department. A great point about this fag is that he likes taking care of people --- when I was in the throes of a deep depression (to the point of walking around feverish), he was the one who whisked me off to this overpriced but above average indian/pretensious fusion restaurant. Nevermind that we split the tab after.

Negative energy was oozing out of every enlarged pore. I hate encountering people who are in the midst of a middle age crisis storm.

OGO, dude, come on. I would rather be micro-managed than listen to you nag me about exercising whilst I am enjoying a non-complaining fag and a cold beer.

Fear and Loathing in a Faux Hawaiian Bar
Went to the Oktoberfest Saturday night in M2. Tendonitis suitably worsened after surviving the crush of drunk people whilst bopping along to Razorback. Rode back to the boondocks with a guy whom I will hide under the name of SickoRomantic.

Whilst in the faux hawaiian bar ( Nothing remotely hawaiian about the place --- no. Presence of pineapples does not qualify the "hawaiian" title. We grow the damn fruit in this country!) SickoRomantic and Overachiever started talking about their experiences with prostitutes. For some reason, it felt like a pissing contest on who scored the most. And, again, for some reason, they felt the need to ask for my permission to talk about where their schlongs have been. I am not affected. But if they had stated that they had screwed a 15 year old, I would have crushed the thick glasses on their thin skulls. I draw the line at underage/forced fornication.

What drove me nuts however was later in the evening when Luci was finally able to join us, SickoRomantic went puerile over "putting on the blinkers" once you're in a long distance relationship. He continued with "If you truly love the person, you will forgive them for what they have done."

Right.

And then he asked me if I will tell my friend if I see his girl cheating on him. I answered that there are no real answers to that. Just a whole bunch of gray areas.

Which he easily shot down.

I didn't have the heart to tell SickoRomantic that as far as my friends relationships are concerned, I don't really care. Fine. I do admit that I easily judge the people that my friends go out with --- I either see them as brilliant bastards or bland as oatmeal with the personality of soggy chalk. I do admit that I base some of their merit on what they have accomplished, their current job positions and their ability to use words that has more than three syllables. A relationship that is not mine is well, not mine. Even if I do catch somebody cheating, it's not my prerogative to report them immediately. Let the relationship self destruct on its own. The last thing anybody will need is another person telling them what to do --- or influencing their decisions. Let the cheated enjoy their moments of pseudo-connubial bliss. Let them, the cheated find out on their own. The best thing that their friends can do for them is listen and not give advice. And when asked to do so, say "follow what you think is right for you regardless of what other people have said."

I did not say all these things because there is no point to kicking a man in the balls when he is already down. SickoRomantic's wife had cheated on him several times. And he is staying in the relationship because he is an inherently "good" person who decided to fight for their "love".

So, SickoRomantic, continue the fight. Just don't ask me for my opinion on things that don't count in my world.

Pity Party Chronicles part 2.

"And then she became angry when I said that she's spearheading the project. I mean, isn't that supposed to be a positive thing?"
Me : "True, but you never fight with a pregnant woman. Their hormones are going crazy"
"Yeah, I know so I was asking her if we can talk somewhere else."
Me : "And what happened?"
"She turned her back on me and refused to talk. How can I work with these people?"

Oh god, some people really need to get a life. And not through homicide or murder 1.

Anthony Bourdain is/was in Manila! Crap! And I wouldn't be able to watch the episode because our cable service does not carry Discovery Travel and Living. Wait, of course they do but I have no fracking resources to add the extra channels. Frack!

http://anthony-bourdain-blog.travelchannel.com/read/pressure-drop

Damnit!