Seriously.
For a short time in this tormenting semester, I was carefree. I had nothing to do. I was enjoying my time, knowing eventually things will turn bad and troubles will storm me and mess up my tranquil life.
And they have.
Around 3 weeks ago, a teacher persuaded me to participate in a speech competition. The problem was the finals will be held on the same day I have planned to do a performance with my friends, which means 2 consecutive troubles on that day, but I went in anyway. When Monday came, another teacher called me and said the university was considering to put me into a really big competition and suggested I took a special course, in which it would basically take away my Sunday every single week until probably next July or so, but I went in anyway. At this stage, I thought to myself there's definitely going to be something more on that performance day like me being MC or something, just for laughs.
I jinxed it. On Wednesday, yet another teacher told me the faculty planned to choose me as the MC of the event. 3 jobs in the very same event: The MC, a speech contest competitor, and a show performer. And guess what? I went in anyway.
Did I do the right thing? Did I just seize all opportunities, or did I just add all the troubles to my life? Maybe both. I had almost 3 and a half years of relatively humble university life, and suddenly all the competitions just popped up in just 2 weeks.
It's not that incredible for a student to participate in several competitions, but to me it's ironic that opportunities come in packs. They don't appear every 3 months or so; they appear whenever they want, often in a large number. Many of us wait for their chances, some of us make their own, and then there's this kind of instance where all the chances are here and you must choose wisely because take them all and they might turn into a nightmare, in which I just did.
I have had several posts in this blog now, and I think a lot of them have at least a few sentences about education and studying. It's partly because I am quite interested in it, and also because I don't have a life. I am that boring creature who emerges from its lair to eat, study, and retreat. This is why I find it surprising that anyone would think I'm worthy enough to give them advises on love.
Let me clarify. In these past few days, a few people have talked to me and discuss about their relationships. I have been trying my best to advice them, but in truth I know even less than they do. Who am I to give advise, when I don't even have a successful relationship of that kind with someone?
From what I have seen, though, it seems there is a trend in problems regarding love. I find even one of the most rational people I know falls apart when dealing with love, because feelings takes over. If that person were to use reason as they normally would, every problem would be solved reasonably and very easily. A solution might be so clear to me because I watch from atop the pillar of reason, but the ones down there just can't see because it's foggy with mist of emotions. Furthermore, love is not based on reason only, therefore to think rationally might not be enough. But then again, who am I to judge?
This pretentious love guru tries their best to give best advises but they really shouldn't. This ordinary student takes on every challenges but maybe they shouldn't. This blog writer is writing a post again but actually they shouldn't. Exams are coming and reviewing is a must, after all.
