A pretty interesting read on the various types of inflation. From clothing sizes to types of airfares and hotel rooms, and even job titles. Is it true that inflation of all kinds devalues everything it infects?
Maybe when I make MD, I’ll just wear something like this to the office.
My friend and his gf recently broke up. They are both smart, family oriented, Christian, and I thought they were the perfect couple. Watching them together used to make me envious because their relationship seemed so flawless. But it seems like it wasn’t quite so. Someone cited her unreasonable expectations as a reason for their breakup, and he had previously lamented about her limited ambitions.
As an outsider, both of those explanations seemed equally ridiculous. He is one of the nicest guys that I know and I could not imagine him ever being unwilling to do anything for her. She is a diligent student and had just completed an tax internship within at a Big4 firm. If ambition is what he wants, perhaps he’d have to date another banker next.
I was reminded of another friend who also broke up with his gf a couple of years ago. They seemed so happy together and suited each other in so many ways. I also thought that they had the perfect thing going, and then one summer, they suddenly broke up.
The breakdown of other peoples’ relationships always make me question my own. I can’t help but compare the dynamics and wonder if what I have is destined for a similar ending. Buff Guy picked up on my sudden change and asked me why I was withdrawn. I tried to explain it to him, but I don’t think he understood.
On a merrier note, one of my other friends has tentatively begun a new relationship and she seems absolutely ecstatic about it. I’m happy that she’s finally found someone, and hope that she can take good care of herself. He seems like a nice guy, but whether or not he would be a good bf is an unknown. Although, there will be plenty of us ready to break his balls if he doesn’t take proper care of her.
More than a Game of Thrones reference. God I have to start watching that show.
I relish the fact that I don’t look like a banker, nor behave like one (in purely social situations). I prefer the guise of being perceived as clueless. I think of it as under-promising and over-delivering. Being regarded as such tends to give me better leverage, and I do love the way boys squirm when they realise what I actually do, especially after they’ve made the mistake of assuming otherwise.
Recently, some BSD at a party overheard a snippet of my conversation and interrupted with something along the lines of: “oh they have a name for girls like that”. BSD felt the need to clarify exactly what type of girl he was referring to by explaining that: “they are called gold diggers”. BSD evidently thought I was a gold digger trying to pick up bankers.
I sweetly asked whether I would still be a gold digger if I was going to earn just as much doing the same thing. The look on BSD’s face was worth every ounce of crudeness that I had packed into my retort. He then profusely tried to cover his blunder by asking me various work related questions. Yawn.
I have been struck by bouts of somberness and pensiveness in recent weeks.
Perhaps they are the symptoms of growing up.
I’m becoming more comfortable with routine, am increasingly indifferent to independence, and letting go has become habitually easier.
Yet why does it feel like I’ve lost my bearing?