The titling of the posts may seem to suggest I shall stop by 99. But honestly, I have no idea. We’ll just see how it all pans out.
Picking up from my last post, the specific trigger for this blog was perhaps the ending scene of Hustlers (2019). Jennifer Lopez, playing a stripper-hustler-felon Ramona Vega, says “This city, fuck, this whole country, is a strip club. You got people tossin’ the money… and people doin’ the dance.” And the first thing that came to my mind was us, we are the strippers. Not just the USA, JLo, the whole world is a strip club! Students purported to be the brightest in the country, waiting half an hour in advance, skipping or postponing dinners, to listen to a deadbeat old man talk about how great his company is and boring details of his career when they already knew what they cared about — how much money they would be paid as stipend. And while all my friends realised this wasn’t for us(non-EECS majors and males, not naming the company just in case), we predictably engaged in debating how useless their obscene salary would be with no time to spend it. And at this point, I would like to ask any mid- to high-level corporate who might have stumbled on this blog, how is it really, at or near the top?
Side note, the strippers in the movie(based on a true story) seemed to me to have gotten away with little to no punishment in light of the number of people and lives they fucked up. But then, what do I know of the American justice system? And a fair warning, there shall be more movie references ahead. And who knows, I might even start doing movie reviews if there’s an audience for that.
Anyway, moving on to my complicated, non-existent love life. The last time I tried flirting with a girl on Instagram, it ended with the girl telling me, and I quote, “Oh I thought of doing fun” when asked why she wasted my time as well as hers if she wasn’t interested in me from the beginning. That sentence figures in a screenshot I keep in my Gallery, to remind myself, never to let myself be vulnerable. However, that was also the only flirtation/relationship in my life that did not end with either person hating the other. She actually was among the first people to wish me on my birthday, although that probably had more to do with the fact that it was her birthday as well.
However, a friend of hers was the next person I ended up flirting over texts again, the incorrigible (romantic?) that I am. And at some point today evening, she tells me she’s been spending the day sending random snaps out. I proceeded to casually give out my own Snapchat in the next few lines, and I should’ve seen that coming, she hasn’t added me on Snapchat or anything. So I guess, this is over. Yet again. Not so much crash and burn as not meant to be. And to think I earlier reconsidered my emotional embargo and thought she was too into me. Again, any feedback on being an objective judge of flirtation/interest, and of course this blog, is very welcome.
Well, like a friend used to say every time he wanted to leave a video call but was too insecure to leave us talking, 02:25 is the perfect time to leave. And I shall leave you, the reader, be.