Maybe I should be more suaku

Hmmm, this may be a good development. For the first time in a while, I'm not thinking about things that I can't change. Perhaps being busy is a good thing. Consecutive fifteen hour days do have the convenient side effect of leaving you too tired to think about too much. Of course, when you supplement that with maybe three hours of compulsory anime viewing per day, the hours of sleep left over are remarkably dreamless.

I guess this is what people mean when they say it's important to keep busy. When I lounged about and did absolutely nothing, as I have for most of my college career, so many things swirled in my head that I had to find outlets for them. So I resorted to proxies sometimes, which was not very nice for all involved. And things got messier since independent complications arise because I tried to use unrelated people and things to deal with existing complications.

Hmmm, I doubt anybody will have the faintest idea what I just wrote about. Explanations, clarifications, analysis? Naw. It would take all the fun out of it for the bored. As I told someone recently, I think I'll just sensationalise and blow up out of proportion every single thing from now on, just to please the gossipmongers and voyeurs out there. Hey, why not, right?

I recently heard an utterly hilarious explanation for singlehood. I'm not going to elaborate here, but the gist is, good girls dig suaku guys. If you're too confident, ambitious or sophisticated, the kind of girls you'd want to marry won't be attracted to you. What can I say to that? I can't say I've actually been attracted to, or found attracted to me, the classic marrying type of girl. In fact, I don't even know very many of those. So if there are any girls out there who are pretty, but not too hot, can cook, clean, have impeccable fashion sense built on budget clothing, can manage finances brilliantly on a shoestring, be sweet and attentive, not too attention-seeking, and will bear a large number of smart, healthy children, give me a call. I promise to act as suaku as I can manage. Or actually, I might cage you and charge entry for the public to view a rare creature, long thought to be extinct.

The idea here, if you don't get it, is that I cannot even conceive of a girl who meets all the items on my wishlist. As such, anybody I do end up dating will inevitably fall short of my ideal. So to avoid subjecting anyone to something like that, I don't think being too serious about these things is a good idea.

The thing is, I'm naturally a very critical person. Given anything at all, I can tear it apart. I'm pretty good at it too. Plus I rather enjoy taking something apart and seeing the flaws. Which can be a problem when you walk through life seeing the flaws in everything and everyone. How can you enjoy anything if everything is screwed up?

Ok, just quickly ambling through my currently rather uneventful mind. Not much else going on. No existential musings, no agonised ruminations on the meaning of anything. Just pointless, shallow surface thoughts.