Check that graph out, not only did I take more effort than I care to admit to make it, it's also the first picture of my blog. Anyway, this is my theory about how easily someone will get infatuated with a girl as time goes by. You see, we start out life as gutless hormone-less pre-adolescents with disdains for the female population. Time sets in, we grow older, stimulating chemicals engages our testicles into overdrive, suddenly we are not only drawn to girl, but need them to feel whole; thus begins the slow increase in the graph.
Not entirely sure about other countries or any special schools, but the vast majority of Singaporean boys would either get a girlfriend or not get a girlfriend (Maybe the minority are kidnap and sold to the sex trade, I don't know, don't question me smartass). The significance of this is that, every time a guy gets a girlfriend, the timer resets, suddenly he's back to his youthful self where he isn't compelled by his primal instincts to get a girlfriend...because he's already found one, recently. My time without a girlfriend is at 18 this year, and statistics has shown that an 18 year old relationship virgin would get 3 infatuations in a year.
Remember when I said that I went into AJC in the pursuit of this wonderful girl? Efforts were made, testicles were shrunk and the pursuit was fruitless. Going into a school for the reason of wooing a girl; probably not the wisest idea, especially if you aren't close to her to begin with. We chatted, smiled at each other, texted but the point is that we were still distant. Halfway through my first year I met this girl in my CCA that I still am thinking about till today. She isn't actually the one who got away, more of, the one who was let away (Picture a girl being chained down to two large balls, unable to run away, then picture the opposite).
Hold on, I came into the school being set on one girl, suddenly, I'm infatuated with another? Exactly. My 18 year old mind, riddled with cognitive dissonance thus fell back onto a long inculcated supporting belief: Follow your heart, choose one. Needless to say, WHAT KIND OF A BELIEF IS THAT? My directions changed every time I saw one of them, like a tug of war between two equal forces, making slight advances to one side, and then back again. Nothing of value was achieved, and then I got close to another girl....Not elaborating this one...Nope...I gotta get to the main topic of the post.
What exactly am I hoping for in my life? Hard to say, with the first girl I liked, I imagined a normal ordinary life, having fun everyday. I imagined a life travelling around the world with the second. And I imagined a thrill seeking life with the third. John Snow, the doctor that saved millions from the deathly hands of a Cholera outbreak a little less than 200 years ago, taught us to draw conclusions by drawing similarities from evidences. Doing that, I would say that my perfect life with a girl would be one that caters to her personality, making her happy via a way unique and effective to only her. Take that Sherlock.
Readers of this, and my last post would probably be expecting a list of things I want in a perfect woman any time now (Oh you're just waiting for the post to end? Well that's very nice of you, thank you). Regardless of my need to feel condescending sometimes, I do confess that I don't think I would want to spend time listing my hopes and dreams digitally. But I will reveal that, to most people, I am probably less conventional and more modern in my views on relationships, yes, that means, casual sex and a more technical view on things.
Though I may lie awake on my bed everyday thinking about how wonderful it is to find the woman of my dreams and settle down. That's probably not what I need right now, you know, you gotta access all the watermelons on sale before choosing the best one. You gotta survey the forest before you choose the best tree to build a tree house on...You gotta empty the oceans to be sure you have the fish you want. But enough with the symbolisms, perhaps all I want right now, is to just, survey the forest, and explore the oceans. Look for someone to have fun with. Which may explain why two of my favourite God-Mode songs are Bad by The Cab and Sweeter by Gavin Degraw (Step 1: Listen to them. Step 2: Who the hell cares! Nothing can stop you now!)
Did you notice the extremely high portion of the graph after a long time has passed? I'm 19 this year, that means that I still have 21 more years before I start falling in love with mannequins at UNIQLO just because they were kind enough to show people how clothes may look on them. Onwards.
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