Anecdotes of my passing...

Some call it the house effect. Some say it’s the vacation effect. However, they’re both different syndromes and how so, I shall expound shortly.

Have you ever felt like not leaving the house once you’re safely ensconced within? You may feel that there is no need to step out and everything you need is right here at home. The social calendar is suddenly limited to the couch, kitchen and bedroom and any other living sentient beings at home (for some, plants even). Any urges to leave the house is suddenly mollified and so what if there’s a sale at the swanky mall in town... If your life sounds similar to this, then yes, you have the what I would like to term, ‘house effect’ (nothing to do with the awesome series btw, of which the latest season is already out).

The ‘vacation effect’ is only limited to its self-explanatory name. Hence, if it’s a normal workday, and you don’t have the urge to leave home, you have the ‘house effect’ and not the ‘vacation effect’. The vacation effect may not necessarily confine you within the four walls of your house and in fact may encourage you to expand your social network suddenly to random strangers and the like. All in the name of holiday...basically, doing anything but work.
So, there you have it, another quack diagnosis which should not be used as a substitute for your medical doctor’s opinion. I shall not be responsible if your boss/teacher tosses out your excuse for being absent with any of the syndromes mentioned above.

Maybe I should do a medical degree...

There are two ways of looking at a defeat.

One. I've lost ... oh boo hoo. The world is unfair. The umpire/judge/other external circumstances all conspired against me. How can one expect to face so many nameless/unseen challenges. I am just one person against countless foes. Everyone wants a piece of me. Oh, the pressure...the expectations...they're too much. I don't need more of these.

Then the depression sinks in. Should I quit? Is this road worth taking? Two options then open up. Death by suicide or perpetuate the downward spiral towards non-existential living.

Two. I've given my best. It does not matter that I've lost. It's better to have loved or fought, rather than to not have done so at all. Say what you will, but I emerged stronger from the pits of the vanquished.

Then the two options. Bring on the next battle!! or It wasn't exactly a defeat, but rather a sad turn of events that may not seem so positive on the outside but what matters is on the inside (semantics theatrics ghoulash bubblewrap crap trap or denial rather)

Of course, these two perspectives are very simplistic and in no way represent the general population of Earth. The two generalized views may be true for some but I think the Aristotelian Golden Mean should make an appearance here.

There must first be an acceptance of the first and then the closure of the second. No matter how naive and bigoted the view of the first, there are some elements of truth. The key is not to dwell further here but instead moving on to the second. That should hopefully motivate you to move on. The subtle difference is to not let the closure be a denial but a lesson learnt. Acknowledge the past and hope for the future but work on the present.

Wow...all this because my Nicol lost in the British Open 2009? I think Sara was right...i am becoming an old softie. Nicol, you're still my champion and i'm sure in many others' hearts.

Or maybe because the dreaded results will be out soon? I think i'm ready, come what may. :(

Addendum : Man..this sounds like a self-help post.

I finally watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Ah...truly, Audrey Hepburn is elegantly beautiful. The opening scene was the most powerful in the entire movie as it follows Holly on her morning “stroll” along the sidewalks on famed Fifth Avenue, NY beginning her journey of course at Tiffany’s whilst eating her breakfast. All while the credits in bold gold fonts played across the screen with the haunting Moon River playing in the background. Touchingly poignant, indeed.

Makes me want to take out my old Moon River score to play just for memories’ sake. Question for today... what is your Moon River?