I saw Alfie recently. It starts out so great — funny and insightful. Then it gets a bit too insightful. I think it hits home a bit too hard for me. The reviews on it are pretty widely polarized; probably because the ones who hated it can’t relate.

It makes me wonder what the 1966 original with Michael Caine was like, because the new one is given an unfavourable comparison in many reviews. I thought it was pretty good myself.

In Buddhism, attachment to someone or something is the cause of all suffering. The thought of losing that someone or something causes fear, jealousy and disappointment.

The common interpretation of the word love is a form of attachment. It is conditional — it’s solely for the fulfillment one’s own needs. It is also a manifestation of selfishness and possessiveness. When you are in love with someone, how much of it is actually happiness? Is there a fair bit of pain involved also?

The real way to love is to do so unconditionally and without attachment; to wish others to be happy no matter what. There is no, “What’s in it for me?” It is to give without expecting anything in return.

Nobody said it was easy.

I just realized the preceding post was a perfect example of the preceding post’s preceding post. Mismatched expectations are a disaster waiting to happen.

The key to a great relationship, whether it’s in the workplace, romantic in nature, or just between friends, is communication. If you want it to work, you have to let the other person know what is expected of them and what you expect to give in return. From there you compromise. You also have to understand that when you don’t communicate this to them, you can’t blame them for what they don’t know they should be doing.

Then again, if you don’t really want it to work…

Yes, I’m an asshole. Yes, I’m big-headed. My idol is this guy. Yes, I like myself just the way I am.

Why do women play games? They like to play hard to get, and when you play it right back at them they get mad at you. In this case, I asked a girl out for a 3rd date, and she said she’d get back to me. She never did. Due to a burning lack of concern, I never bothered to follow up.

I ran into her a couple weeks later in a club, and she said sarcastically, “Thanks for calling!”. Wait a second…I thought you said you’d get back to me. Now it’s my fault? Please don’t blame me for not playing your game.

Don’t worry, I was gonna give you the LJBF speech anyway.

If you believe yourself unfortunate, because you have loved and lost, perish the thought. One who has loved truly, can never lose entirely. Love is whimsical and temperamental. It comes when it pleases, and goes away without warning. Accept and enjoy it while it remains, but spend no time worrying about its departure. Worry will never bring it back.
Dismiss, also, the thought that love never comes but once. Love may come and go, times without number, but there are no two love experiences which affect one in just the same way. There may be, and there usually is, one love experience which leaves a deeper imprint on the heart than all the others, but all love experiences are beneficial, except to the person who becomes resentful and cynical when love makes its departure.

-Napoleon Hill

I went to Joker with a couple of friends this evening. It sucked. When we were about to leave, we all said goodbye to this one girl that one of my friends was hitting on. We had all went out together once so we knew each other. Both of my friends hugged her. She told my friend to call her tomorrow. Then it came my turn to hug. That part went uneventfully but as I was turning away, this guy grabbed my shirt and threatened me. Immediately all his friends got between us and they told me to leave. That’s all fine and dandy, but the friggin guy wouldn’t let go of my shirt! It took a good 20 seconds for me to free myself. I must say, his friends were really cool about trying to calm things down, but it didn’t save my shirt from getting ripped. Luckily it was a shitty shirt that needed an excuse for me to throw away anyway, but I’m still mad that it got ripped for no apparent reason. I had no interest in this girl whatsoever, and the guy had no reason to threaten me. The only reason I can think of is that out of my other friends, he felt that “his girl” would be interested in me the most and he felt threatened by it.

I’m proud of myself for never ever having been in a fight. I don’t believe in fighting, especially over a girl. This is the closest I have ever been to being in an altercation, and it makes me mad because I didn’t even do anything! I can’t believe there are such idiotic people in this world.

Stupid guys — look, if a girl is showing interest in another guy it’s probably because you’re not interesting enough to keep her attention. It’s either that or you’re just an insecure sack of shit and nothing’s really going on. Don’t get mad at the guy, get mad at yourself for being a loser or get mad at the girl for playing games with you. Don’t go off ruining my shirt to make yourself feel macho. UGH.

The other day I ran into someone I dated recently in a club. She was with some other guy. I wouldn’t say that I was jealous since I was the one that that decided to stop seeing her, but it did bother me a little. I’m not sure why it did - maybe it’s because I lost the security blanket of knowing that someone was there for me. Maybe I’m jealous because she found someone else before I did.

I know it’s definitely not because I want her back. Could it be because I don’t want her with anyone else? Isn’t that a little selfish?

Whatever, I’m happy for her. I think.