CULTURE...

I was dropped like a hot potatoe... hahaha... my life is always so dramatic, always so unpredictable. These past couple of months have been crazy. The past couple of weeks was fun, and it ended abruptly b/c of one word: CULTURE.

To each their own... but I never thought I'd experience something like this so blatantly. I believe that like/love/friendship or any type of human interaction does not have anything to do with culture or religion. Like/love/friendship should have no bounds... it should transcend across all cultures and ways of life. Things that shouldn't matter in this world do. Sucks when you weren't the one that initiated anything and end up being the one that's hurt. Even when people say they don't know what they're doing, they're hurting someone else. This game is so complicated..... sooo sooo complicated. I don't want to be IN it at all.

This last experience, I taught someone a lesson. To think with their brains... to look at the meanings behind actions. I thought most people thought things thru, but apparently not. I hate being the one teaching the lesson... b/c that just means that you're the one that's hurting more than the other party.

What I realized this weekend (went to the Tastes of Danforth and also the Beer Festival); I realized that my friends are all dating now. It's sad to be the one that dated all thru uni and then after uni, have nobody to be with... while my friends are on a different schedule. Everyone seems to have someone but me... this sudden realization is so bitter. I am happy for my friends,... but I guess I chose this life. To be bold, independent and alone.