Burning red ears

It's not easy lending a listening ear, much less when you have issues of your own that's bugging you. For the past few weeks, I find myself sandwiched in the middle, Having my ears pulled and pulling someone else's ears.

Pretty much the entire issue has to do with the fickle-mindedness of a certain group of people (READ: WOMEN). For my own case, it's not so much any development or change in the status quo, rather it was my boss and the numerous schedule conflicts between my job and other "assigned" (arrowed) activities.

On the other side, I have a girl whom I met some time back from the online portal of the dating agency. She had just rebuffed a get-back-together attempt by, guess who, a former colleague of mine. Due to confidentiality issues, I shall not discuss this any further as it is against ethics to discuss personal issues of others in depth. The sharp knives would probably want to jump at the chance to draw parallels and cut me open anyway.

It was pretty straight forward at first until I was asked for advice. Not blowing my own trumpet here but usually I gave quite logical advice for various situations BUT for some unknown reasons, people tend to never take them. You can blame me for not taking my own advice but as of late, the last laugh seems to be from my end (metaphorically speaking of course, I don't laugh at other people's problems). Hey, if you don't want to take my advice, don't ask for it. If you do, be prepared to let me indulge in the "I told you so" moment.

Listening ears are hard to come by. I was lucky to have a good friend who takes it all in (and dishing some out). I can understand how frustrating it can be when you have to talk to someone and things are just too personal to publish online (even if access is limited). For those I do not turn to, it's not because of trust issues but more of the lack of situational awareness and interest I sense. To put it more bluntly, either you have zero experience to help, can't be arsed or can't wait to see me fail. I get emo, I feel angst, I'm still human. Thank you for all who cared instead of telling me to sod off.

The writer has managed to restart the rusty clockwork in his head of some future plans. He is looking forward to a trip that has been in the works for the last 8 years.