archive for July, 2001

positive role model

everything seems to be in motion these days.

the world is changing… take a look at culture. overall, society’s rules of operation seem to be more in flux than ever before. things that were taboo 10 years ago are now commonplace, and vice-versa. in the states, in europe, in asia, globally and locally, macro and micro changes are happening.

where does that put you and me?

i’ve always considered myself to be independent. an independent thinker, with no reliance on religion, peers or family to steer me away from my true path. yeah, right. i think perhaps a better way of describing the situation is that, since the world is changing, it’s difficult to figure out where the hell we’re going.

it’s easy to say “i’m going to study medicine for 8 years” or “i’m going to go teach english in peru for a few years” or “i’m going to settle down and raise a family with my wife”. those are one-time decisions that lock your life into a certain course of action. we choose these paths because others have chosen these paths before… society encourages and promotes a certain set of þnormalþ life paths.

but, what about me?

okay, for starters, i can’t manage to stay in the same place for more than a few years. this concept of “settling down” is one that i fully understand but can’t see myself following. i crave new experiences, new stimuli, and the easiest way to do that is by unrooting myself every few years.

what about career? i have a certain skillset, and can perform certain tasks. i am a front-end technologist. i am a webdesigner. a programmer. a visual designer. an interface designer. myjob title changes about every three weeks. as does the company i work for. as does the type of work i’m doing. a year from now, the internet, the world, and technology will be a different place. i will be fitting in to that mix in probably a slightly (or drastically) different way.

and settling down? when i was 17, i wanted to settle down and raise a family. honestly. i felt that way probably until i was 20 or 21. i still feel mostly that way — i want to meet mr. right and be done with it. dating and all that is a tiresome chore, if you ask me. but, in london especially, you can’t play the game that way. compared to my life experiences (say, looking at indiana, los angeles, germany and san francisco), london operates within a different set of rules.

so, looking at my life over the past few weeks, and looking at how much london is changing me (or, perhaps, looking at how much my london life contradicts the rest of my life), i’m left looking for a guidebook. an example. a target, a trophy, the prize of this london game. what am i trying to accomplish? is true love a viable option? a solid career? pure happiness? a lasting impression on future generations? maybe i should just aim for some sanity?

i need a positive role model.

a positive role model.

control undo

most of my entries on evijhserf seem to revolve around the philosophies of love, sexuality, travel, encounters, and my intersections with these philosophies. i suppose by documenting my discoveries, i hope to not only share some stories and insights, but also amass my own reference of what life’s all about.

i don’t really do drugs. most of my friends do, and i’m far from a prude… but, in general, i steer clear. i fully understand the benefits and risks, and, frankly think that most of the “say no to drugs” hype is far overrated. i also agree with most liberal proposals for legalization and decriminialization of most drugs.

that said, i haven’t had too many horrible experiences with drugs. no stories of friends overdosing, no traumatic life-changing events. and, as an alcohol and caffeine drinker, i think that it would be quite hypocritical to even try to draw a line between these and other unhealthy drugs.

i met a splendid english lad this weekend. we chatted for hours and hours and hours on end… about my upbringing, about his career, about my background, about his future. all night till the wee hours of the morning. so many times throughout our marathon chat session, i found both of us nodding in unison, excitedly agreeing about life, love and the way the world should be.

i learned all about his recent graduation from theatre school, and his plans for the future. he rapidly learned about my move to london, and all of the intricacies there. and, without going into detail, we discovered that there was a very solid, very electric chemistry between us. by all accounts, i was on cloud nine.

after taking a brief nap, i awoke at 10am, and fixed myself a cup of tea. he woke up shortly after, a bit groggy but definitely coherent. i sensed something was a bit off when he started mumbling about not remembering anything from the previous night, including the bit when our mutual friend’s car got flipped over in the middle of the street by vandals, right outside the flat we were visiting.

we left the flat we were hanging out at, and set out for the train station, to return to our respective homes. on the way, he was pretty quiet. we reached the train platform, and started to chat again. he started asking questions like, “so where are you from?” and “how long are you in london for” and “what do you do for a living”. sure, simple details, but, you see, we chatted at length the previous night, in a very coherent and in-depth way about all of these issues and more.

i was upset, to say the least. disappointed, confused, and questioning that prince charming was not quite all that i was hoping for.

perhaps his short-term memory is shot. perhaps he’s not a morning person. perhaps it was the constant drinking and drug use from the night before that effectively erased all of the connecting that was done the previous evening between he and i.

so what does this mean? do i give up? do i dismiss him just for this? i mean, maybe it will happen again, and frequently. but, maybe i can recreate all of the magic that we had that night, and maybe, given a second chance, everything could work out nicely.

as i disembarked the train, we bid each other farewell. it then hit me that we hadn’t even exchanged contact info, and, i got that distinct feeling that he probably doesn’t even remember my name. i figured the ball is in his court, and it is most definitely his loss if he can’t figure out how to track me down.

boys. drugs. oh well.

personality adaptability

being pushed thoroughly outside one’s comfort zones of familiarity every once in a while is a good thing. stress, strain and otherwise testing circumstances show one’s true character, true personality. let’s talk a bit about personality.

personality is what makes you unique, different from the other 6 billion folks on this planet. there are many things that influence your personality, but, in the end it’s not outside influences, but rather the choices that the neurons in your brain make that make us have unique personalities.

i was thinking about this on my night bus ride home tonight… sure, we all have pasts, and sure, we have all made changes to our lives (university, running away, moving, new jobs, etc.) certain elements stick with us, certain elements are conveniently left behind.

one of my favorite expressions of late is “my inhibitions don’t have a passport”. it’s a little self-fufilling prophecy i’ve engineered for myself to be a bit more adventurous in my new home of london.

london is already changing me, and i am already acting in ways which would cause my former san francisco self and my san francisco friends to say “huh?” … but that’s fine. i’m still me, even if it means i’ll soon know lyrics to hear’say and s-club-7 songs. god help us.

would you like me to seduce you?