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facebook is really one of a kind.

It suits the mellenials perfectly: self-celebratory, if not slighty smug. And it's, well, disturbing how we seem to believe that our world needs to know what we're doing / feeling at the exact hour, almost as if not proclaiming it would make it less real.
It's sad how we can't find some peace with ourselves, but need constantly to gain the recognition and, if I didn't know better, the approval of our peers. Almost as if the more people know, the more meaningful life becomes.

Which brings me to the school / place I'll be going.

My initial reaction to the number of people I know going was a little alarmed. I envisioned a brave new world, something different from the people I've gotten used to. Sure, I find lots of enjoyment hanging out with the stereotypical (and I do stress this) dancers, clubbers. The 'cool crowd' in general. There is a lot to be said about their brand of humour, and their way of life. And I do find it slightly myopic of those who brush them off, because, well, those people don't really know them very well, do they.

From them I've learnt to live and let live. "camwhoring" used to be such an ugly word, but I've realised that if they like it, who's to say otherwise. They look good anyway, so no harm done there.

And then, I've met the reflective, silent types, those who feel/ think too much, the "artsy" kinds who the other part of the world may find a trifle weird. Or euphemistically different.

And so, I was really looking for a melting pot, not a rojak bowl. Truth be told, it's far from what I envisioned for my schizophrenic self.

But then I think, I'm not going to a foreign land to Be Myself. I'm going to embrace the quirky characters of the world, and see myself reflected in them. I'm going with guns blazing, with eyes wide open, yelling and bulldozing my way through and about. Something I don't think I've really done in all my schooling days.

And I guess I'm glad to be going to a place where people feel good about themselves. Confident, and true to the people they know they are. People who will bring it on.
People I will be proud to call friends.

And honestly, I was getting weary of, well, the other kinds. Those who pretend their world is better but constantly look to the CoolCrowd for some sort of benchmark or whatever. It gets a little trite after some time.



If this sounds a trifle dismissive, I have to blame it on my current status of low job-satisfaction. Which, by the way, is entirely self-created, but undoubtedly still festering. I will henceforth get a grip and get a rest.

Tomorrow, the Countdown continues. Watch me wade my way through limbo.





Suddenly, I really miss my dancers.