I Love Scandals

I think I am fully aware that I am surrounded by happy people now. Happy people who are becoming more and more domestic day by day.

And I should cherish them the way they are, right? But seriously, can I?

Can I entertain people who are thinking and strategizing about getting laid / married day in and day out? Can I continue to talk about scandals, about lonely people craving for a little dose of affections?

May be I shouldn’t. May be I should let them be, and continue to let them be. And I shouldn’t get involved with the mess of scandalous little things. May be I should pretend that I am so, so interested to listen about this guy or that guy. I should start pretending to save my ass from the horrid pathetic stricken lower order problems.

Next time, when somebody says ‘That lecturer slept with a student at Genting’. I would go ‘Yeah, I know. I heard he raped her. Even if it’s consensual, she’s underage anyway. Is she pregnant?’.

Wouldn’t it be so fun? To talk like that without regards of the world. I bet it’s hellish fun.

So, next time when you want to talk about the guy who slept with a girl or a boy or both (the more the merrier). Talk to me, I assure you the best answers for your satisfaction.