The Depths Of Shallowness

Drowning, Drowning in Cynicism; Drunk, Drunk with Sentimentality; Down, Down with Love; Dunked, Dunked in Life. Desperate Discourse. Disposable Desires. Dusky Dreams. Delirium. Dignity. Despair. Doubt. Duty. Dewy Days. Divine Divide. Dump Everything that Bothers in The Depths of Defiance. 《我的快樂時代》唱爛 才領悟代價多高昂 不能滿足不敢停站 然後怎樣 All Rights Reserved ©Angeline Ang

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Tempestuous. Intense. Proud. Intellectual. Easily Bored. Consummate Performer. Very Chinese. Very Charming. Fair. Pale. Long, Curly, Black Hair. BA(Hons). Literature. Philosophy. Japanese. Law. Dense in Relationships. Denser in All Else. Brooding. Sceptical. Condescending. Daria Morgendorffer meets Kitiara Uth Matar meets Ally McBeal. Always dreamy, always cynical, always elusive. Struggling writer, artist and student, in that order please.

Wednesday, February 11, 2004

Someone called to ask me out for lunch today. Someone whom I have never met but only spoken on the phone to order supplies and stuff. He manages my company's account. I guess he is harmless but I'm really not in the mood to socialise. This is his second time calling with such intentions already. I think I did a pretty good job of rejecting - Told him to try again in March. Now very busy. Well, at least this buys me two weeks of peace and I will be in another department before long, so the guy wouldn't be able to get me. Bet my numbers and namecards will all change.

The best thing to look forward to everyday in the course of *insert appropriate adjective here* work is possibly lunch. Which is probably why I don't like ppl I don't know or barely know and don't care to know to to have lunch with me. Satisfaction and happiness are not guaranteed and I just want to relax, enjoy and bask in familiar aura I can trust and cleanse myself.

Toxins like excessive diplomacy, tact, pent-up whatever etc etc that smack of hypocrisy are temporarily purged by being with colleagues who have become fmy friends. Having lunch with (almost) strangers would mean I can't detoxify and may even have to poison myself with heavier doses of fake, controlled emotions. While I find it difficult to reject people, because I love myself so much I ain't self-suicidal, I flee when I sense strangers closing in on me, invading my private space and demanding more time than I would and want to grant.

There's also another fellow who has been sms-ing and calling. Thank goodness for caller ID. I QC-ed him and screened his calls; I just dun want to pick up. But I guess out of politeness, esp when he's a former classmate, I would tell him to schedule lunch only in March. Now very busy. Must remember to sms him later.

Are these considered the pains of growing up and working ie networking? I suppose there will be ppl who enjoy such things but I don't. I find it unnatural. Too fast. I'm wary and aware that you may have an agenda. Just dun pull me in and I'm fine.

Having lunch with Jude tomorrow. What a great guy; one of my fav ppl in the office, he appears to be the most gentle, unassuming, talented, well and mild-mannered person around. But appearances aside, I think he really is like that. He never fails to light up my day. And I need lights now. This week, work hasn't been all wonderful.

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