Why I am heterosexual
or, the moment that zhixin realises she has been neglecting her blog/s. And her poetry. And about everything that was relevant to her life one year ago. Except for a few select friends. But ok that's not relevant to the topic of this blogpost today, which is rather too trite to be posted on livejournal. I do try to maintain the best of impressions on my lj.
On the other hand this might not be that trite since it can be justified as thinking through the various decisions in your life, which everyone knows is a Good Thing. Especially when you weigh both sides. Any GP teacher will tell you that.
The reason why I am heterosexual and not homosexual, or not yet bisexual if any homosexual tendencies have laid dormant all these years, is because I find boys adorable.
Now it's not that I don't find girls adorable. It's just that I tend to notice how adorable boys are first, before I get to the girls. Also, I spot more adorable boys than girls. Mostly because I devote some energy to looking out for them.
One of the most adorable things about boys is their singularity of purpose. While some girls are perplexed by this, this is one of the things I am most amused by, as well as most admire them for. You have to admit-- it is quite difficult a feat to be preoccupied by one thing, and one thing only, for a long stretch of time. And yet they manage to do it so masterfully. It is truly an amazing and mysterious trait. And because I have yet to get enough of this trait I actually chose a course where the boys here specialise in such a trait. Now you know why I am here-- to boy-watch. No actually I'm kidding.
Another thing I find adorable about some boys is the size of their egos. Now, not all huge egos are adorable. It is those brilliant huge egos which are adorable. What is a brilliant huge ego? Turn your eyes towards the direction of the esplanade when it's noon. That is what a brilliant huge ego looks like. It sparkles.
Mind you, this is an ego, not the whole person. The latter, normally described with bone white skin and lots of glitter, is not exactly what you'd like for dessert. Metaphorically speaking, of course.
Their ability to spin out a whole bubble of irrelevant bullshit is also a marvel to me. You have to be careful about this again though, there are different classes of bullshit. The one-liner bullshit is not mysterious. It is those bullshit that can be continued on for two and a half conversations or more that is truly astounding. They develop it point by point, example by example, form real life scenarios for it, and basically sculpt them into a breathing being. Now that's impressive.
The last I'm going to come out with in today's very enlightening discussion is a very classic trait: some boys are just adorable when they teach you what they know. Maybe that explains why I'm oh-so-crushing on my professor/s, oh... (prof ben do you think you can give me more exp for this, hint)
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Monday, September 13
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