So the story goes.

This world, this country, this city, consists of people pretending that everything is OK all the time. Everything is great. We wish each other a great weekend. We wish eachother a great day. When the weekend is over, we ask eachother if we had a great weekend and so the story goes.

How often do people talk about how low they feel or how lonely they are? Everyone seems to be having a blast. Talking about how depressed we are is a taboo and not really an interesting subject to be brought up. We are drawn to happy people but are not aware that in most occasions, it is the same happy people that makes us feel depressed.
In the movie As Good as It Gets, Jack Nicholson's character, Melvin Udal says,
"Some have great stories, pretty stories that take place at lakes with boats and friends and noodle salad...Good times, noodle salad. What makes it so hard is not that you had it bad, but that you're that pissed that so many others had it good."

In my world composed of sarcasm and cynicism, the train to Disneyland passed long time ago.

E.Y.

Bukowski

The bad boy; coming to a cinema near you!

I have already touched upon the myth of the the bad boy earlier in my blog. About their mystery and indifference in the way of living and how they sweep us off our feet. These are the natural born ones.

On the other side, we have the ones that pretend to be one, such as one of my friends. He shared with me that he sometimes likes playing a bad boy because it seems to have a better impact on girls and make them come running after him, to be precise. I'm amazed by the fact that us girls transform these good hearted guys into villains in order to run after them.

Bon Jovi says in a song "I blame this world for making a good man bad". So could it be us women to blame, that men adapt a fake bad boy identity?
I, myself do not know how long I would allow someone to mess up my mind.

Games,games,games.

E.Y.