Most of the time my thoughts are not naked. I mean, my real feelings are usually buried under layers of social norms and so-called rationality. But once a while, something external can trigger myself into a mode of true reflection, and that when I should be blogging. About thoughts that might sound a little edgy, but real nonetheless. For those of you who are only interested in my life in concrete terms, skip the following.
On journalism: Why I chose it and why I gave up eventually? I guess I have given different answers at different times to different people. But here is a cynical version of it. I love fame and power. So when I thought reports have both, I pursued the career. But after some part-time jobs, it did not live up to my expectation.
On happiness: I do not mind doing repetitive work everyday, but some changes have to be on the horizon that I can looking forward to. I enjoy the process of climbing th social ladder, or that I am always self-discipled enough to convinced me of the enjoyment. On the flip side, I would break down if no possible changes on sight and I am stuck in whereever I feel my life withered waway.
On why you should be the best, or at least pretend to be the best: "You have to" is the short version of the answer. "You better to" is more like an argument. One thing stuck me the most in the US is that most people shamelessly think they are the best, most interesting, sexually apealing, most experienced, smartest. This illusion may explain why most of the people here are happy.
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