world

My female owner went out today for badminton with her Impromptu Frens. It was unusual, coz she hardly goes out on Sundays, choosing instead to stay home to be with her family. That also goes to say that she hasn’t been attending church for most of her Sundays. In a feeble attempt to soothe her conscience, my female owner has declared that she has stopped trying to wake up in time for church. This is despite the faithful efforts of her Onli Fren who tried to accommodate her impromptu lifestyle by jioing her to go to church on Sunday mornings itself. Quite a tall order, especially since my female owner tends to hang out late on Saturday nights. Not sure if it is purely coincidental, but the sole of my female owner’s shoe came off during badminton today. This caused her Christian Librarian Fren to comment that she has a “broken sole”. Wahaha. So punny.

Anyway, my female owner’s hiatus from Busy Brisbane is coming to an end. Being a swinging jobless single mature adult is quite an experience. From seeing how your peers have moved on to set up their own families, to feeling left behind because your once-comrades have advanced up the corporate ladder, to watching how quickly the world has changed while you are in your own postgrad bubble, my female owner feels a sense of disconnect from the “real world”. In her world, there is no progression to another stage of family life. In her world, she fades to near obscurity in comparison to her once-comrades whose career horses are carrying them far into their promised lands. And in her world, she is somewhat shielded from the raging economic downturn. After all, life is about spending within the meagre pay you get as a dodgy research assistant.

Meeting up with people in this neutral capacity, they start to reveal themselves in ways she never saw before. The good, the bad and the ugly. Having more time to reflect on herself and on life, she sees so many things that she wants to be, but is not. Her flaws become crystal clear, her strengths, as exciting as cracks forming on the bathroom wall.

Human nature. Such an interesting phenomenon to observe and muse over. Trying not to be too trusting is tiring. Where to draw the line between giving benefit of the doubt and mistrust? Being scheming? Goes against her straightforward nature. Blame it on her secondary school principal who ingrained in her to “call a spade a spade”. Just say things as they are.

Life is living in the present. It does not start when my female owner gets her doctorate and rejoins the workforce, or when she achieves some other milestones. My female owner’s world may be different from her contemporaries, but it is by no means inferior or dodgy.