2.17.2004
Saturday, 3pm, Sogo Department Store
Do you ever hear something or think of something that reminds you of a place you love? At work, it's noisy sometimes, so I listen to this Taiwanese radio station online. They often mention local events going on at certain places. And more than once , I've caught myself wondering if I was free that day, wanting to go there....on Saturday....at Sogo.... Oh, I live in California. Oops. It's weird. I miss the place a lot sometimes, but at the same time, I wonder if I have idealized the place. That all I remember are the goods things about the place and perhaps I have forgotten all the bad things. Or that perhaps I only remember the place because of my memories with the people there. So is it the people I miss? Although I'd give anything to go back, I know I will never find that I am looking for. Life is funny like that. I've lived the happiest times of my life without ever realizing it when I was living it. And now, I can only look back.
2.10.2004
A,B,C,D,...X,Y, and Zing!
People always say that they are looking for a significant other who is 'A,B,C,D,...X,Y,Z'. Does such a person exist? And if there is such a person, if you could precisely illustrate every detail you desired in an ideal mate, would these attributes really add up to the perfect other?
Heck, no. As humans, we are invariably inconsistent creatures. We never really know what we want and we change our minds all the time. I can hardly decide what I want to eat for dinner on a daily basis, let alone the qualities of the man I think I should spend the rest of my life with. No, I don't think I should be left to make that decision.
So what is it, really? Rewind.
December 31st 2002. In an attempt to justify our lack of male company...
"It's the Zing, I tell you," says Lily.
"The 'Zing'?" I ask.
"Yeah, the Zing," she replies.
What the heck is a 'Zing'? Think of it this way-- Remember back in elementary or junior high, that girl/boy you had a crush on? You didn't like them because they were going to have a great career, they were patient, they liked sushi, they had a great sense of fashion or they could tear up the dance floor. No, it was something much simpler than that. There was something about the way that person moved, or spoke, that sparkle in their eyes... Yes, you remember now. The graceful way her hair moved in the wind and the way the sand kicked up behind her while she was on the swings. Ok, a little cheesy, but you know what I mean. Love, back then, was entirely based on the Zing. There is no rhyme or reason to the Zing. There is either a Zing or there isn't. That pure, raw, hormonal, pheromonal, instinctual sense of just knowing...or knowing not, for that matter.
Ah, but as our heads get clouded with rational thought, our ability to recognize and accept the Zing fades. As adults slowly descending toward the social norm of marriage and procreation, we have certain expectations of our mate where a simple Zing can no longer suffice. And thus we spin in our silly little webs of perceived perfection this fantastic ideal of a mate.
Living in a world of expectations, it is nearly impossible not to have any. But as Valentine's Day draws near, I urge everyone to reconsider the possibilities. Perhaps it is the romantic in me that believes in love beyond all preconceived notions. As expecations can raise the bar, expectations in love can create only boundaries.
Heck, no. As humans, we are invariably inconsistent creatures. We never really know what we want and we change our minds all the time. I can hardly decide what I want to eat for dinner on a daily basis, let alone the qualities of the man I think I should spend the rest of my life with. No, I don't think I should be left to make that decision.
So what is it, really? Rewind.
December 31st 2002. In an attempt to justify our lack of male company...
"It's the Zing, I tell you," says Lily.
"The 'Zing'?" I ask.
"Yeah, the Zing," she replies.
What the heck is a 'Zing'? Think of it this way-- Remember back in elementary or junior high, that girl/boy you had a crush on? You didn't like them because they were going to have a great career, they were patient, they liked sushi, they had a great sense of fashion or they could tear up the dance floor. No, it was something much simpler than that. There was something about the way that person moved, or spoke, that sparkle in their eyes... Yes, you remember now. The graceful way her hair moved in the wind and the way the sand kicked up behind her while she was on the swings. Ok, a little cheesy, but you know what I mean. Love, back then, was entirely based on the Zing. There is no rhyme or reason to the Zing. There is either a Zing or there isn't. That pure, raw, hormonal, pheromonal, instinctual sense of just knowing...or knowing not, for that matter.
Ah, but as our heads get clouded with rational thought, our ability to recognize and accept the Zing fades. As adults slowly descending toward the social norm of marriage and procreation, we have certain expectations of our mate where a simple Zing can no longer suffice. And thus we spin in our silly little webs of perceived perfection this fantastic ideal of a mate.
Living in a world of expectations, it is nearly impossible not to have any. But as Valentine's Day draws near, I urge everyone to reconsider the possibilities. Perhaps it is the romantic in me that believes in love beyond all preconceived notions. As expecations can raise the bar, expectations in love can create only boundaries.
2.06.2004
twothirds
"Live life to the fullest". Is that really possible? Everyday, people spend hours sitting in traffic, waiting in lines, riding the bus... Does living life to the fullest mean spending each and every second to the max? Damn, I'd spend most of time figuring out how to spend my time which, in turn, would be a waste of time. Two thirds is a good median. If you're happy two thirds of the time, that's plenty. No one can be happy all the time. It isn't normal. But then again, who's to judge what is and isn't normal? (Back away from that argument.) The point is, to know what happiness is, you must have experienced pain. The age old argument, is the glass half empty or is the glass half full? My choice: two thirds. The glass is two thirds full and one third empty. It leaves a little room for improvement and a shot of vodka when needed.
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