iConfess

too many older people have lamented about how my peers and i are the instant-loving bunch.

no, i don't mean that we love in an instant.
i mean that we love the instant.

from instant messengers to instant noodles to instant buko juice (go shanon!), even instant divorce (via vending machines at that). gone are the days when we would have to wait for the next album, the next flight to timbuktu, the next national news, the next trend. they're there right before you finish batting an eyelash.

that is if you notice you're batting an eyelash. things are happening left and right, far left and far right that you hardly notice anything anymore. and so this is how i explain why i demand that things come in quick too. i say i am growing up in a fast world so i whine, complain, fire up, DISENGAGE when things are too slow, too bland, too boring.

but poor whiny karl, his whining can only do so much. (his disengaging can hardly do anything, but that's a whole different stream of consciousness altogether)

there just are things that are best done the good old-fashioned slow way. like reading this loooong reading, understanding that loooong book, dialling up that loooong list of possible partners, living a life.

even a not-loooong one.


hmmwait, now i do think i mean that we love in an instant.
trouble is, the time it takes for us to fall in love also is about the same amount of time it takes for us to fall out. te-gug-tesh with matching drumsticks