Curls & Twirls

Okay, let me begin by saying I appreciate everyone’s comments and from now on my friends will not only be referred to as ‘x’ but also as ‘a’ ‘b’ ‘c’ etc. Lol.

Actually, today I have no real inspiration to write anything but I’m taking time-out to de-stress from my freaking exams! AAaaAHHhh…

A rhetorical question Andrew asked me at MPO:

Do we become nerds because we study A-levels or Do we study A-levels because we are nerds?

Hmmm…the case of the chicken and the egg… Lol. This is what A-levels does to you!

Ok ok. I will stop talking nonsensical crap and try and write something interesting. But it’s still gonna be crap, I reckon. I am in love with the word crap. It defines me.

*Thinks about what has happened recently*

Oh yeah. The other day I got a call from a long-lost friend whom I shall call A. Ok, actually he is not a long-lost friend, he is a friend who calls me sporadically out of the blue – usually when he’s between girls. I sometimes feel degraded to merely his “ego-booster”. Everytime another girl has let him down (of course it’s always the girl who lets him down. He never disappoints them…!), he dials my number for consolation. And for the next few weeks, I am haunted by numerous calls from him to simply “chat”. (okay, I will be honest…he doesn’t just call when a girl breaks his heart, he also calls when he’s down about anything else. But the bottom line stays the same – I’m just there to listen to his worries!)

Sometimes I really get irritated with A. We’ve been friends for about 6 years now, and he hardly knows anything about me. On the contrary, A is constantly reminding me that I am the best girl friend that he has ever had, and no other girl can know him like I do. (I actually do believe him when he says this, judging from how fast he goes through girls!) To him, girls can never be friends. They’re either dates, ex-girlfriends, girlfriends, future-dates or girls-out-of-my-league. They never seem to qualify as friends. I wonder how I ended up being his friend. *feels a pang of worry* (Shit! What’s wrong with me? Why am I the only girl who doesn’t turn A on???)

So what is it with these kind of guys? I am sure A is not the only one out there, and I am not the only girl who loyally listens to all the crap A-prototype guys have to dish out to us. The weird thing is, however irritated I am at him, I can’t seem to ever convey that I hate being his ego-booster! Everytime I am ready to launch into that lecture I have repeatedly practiced in my head (“A, I am really sick and tired of listening to all your problems when you never bother to be there for me…..”), he manages to mention something so attention-grabbing (damnit, does he see it coming?) that all my strength is focused on what he has to say. Then when I regain my priorities and start to work on that speech again, A has already jumped the gun and said goodbye – I am left confounded.

Of course I don’t just give up there! I have a lot more determination than that! After getting over my perplexed state-of-mind, I coach it to confidently give A a piece of my mind the next time he calls. That’s when the phonecalls stop. A has found another girl. It’ll be at least a month before his number flashes on my nokia 6230 again. And by then, my well-rehearsed speech would have turned into nothing but a hazy blur of words.

Yet, I have to admit, I enjoy talking to A. He’s funny and can talk a lot of crap (woohoo! Major point scored here!) , and he never fails to amuse me. Perhaps this is a barter trade? He entertains me while I mend his ego. A fair exchange, I reckon. But it would be a lot nicer if the phonecalls weren’t sporadic, and if he took a little interest in me. I mean, if I really am “the best girl friend” that he ever had, I should mean more to him than just a number to dial when he’s lonely, right?

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