Steroids

Steroids. Definitely a form of drug. Simple, you get hook to it mainly because it makes you look good. So if we were to categorize any form of driving factor for one to look good, you are basically on steroids.

This plain and simple conversation came about when I was having my second grande soy frap at Starbucks and there were so many guys, hunky ones with great body frame. It must be something they eat that I am not putting right in my mouth. Darn the youngies!!!

So, three guys sat at the corner was trying to decipher the reason why people with nice body gets the attention? Answer, steroids! Not the physical fungi/plant substance but rather the idea behind constant admiration of the current lifestyle's expectation on physique built. I must say, I want that. Shallow it may sound, I guess I am plainly human. And my other two friends is definitely in agreemenT

It is not like we are obese or boney, but I guess that is what peer pressure do to you. It gives you pressure and then the idea becomes steroids.

So here I am blogging about the idea, and my two friends are talking about this corset thinge that can make you look good. Sounds like Christian Andrew's muffin top underwear is up to something great after all.

Expectations

I have heard this word numerous time over at work, over coffee, over casual conversation, over road trips, over ramblings of unhappy couples and interestingly over sex too. It is a word of no stranger, especially when you are 28 and had lived in a realistic life of being in cloud nine and down under.

There is this common saying that never expect anything from anyone, because it always hurts.

Ironically, all of us know it is true but yet we will always expect. Are we motivated by actions of others, or are we just sitting ducks waiting to be shot down since it always hurts? How do we then predict how a person would act or react through his demeanor, behavior and lifestyle to manage our own expectations? Is it worth so much analysis only to find ourselves at crossroads? Trust me, looking at my promotional numbers is more worthwhile.

I do not know about you guys, but for me - what hurts the most is that I know what I am getting myself into and yet I allow the salt to just be rubbed onto my wounds. It is like putting your hand into a hot boiling pot of water. Pain? Crucifying. Worst - predicted

Then why do we do it all the time?

Could it be "hope"?  Hoping that one day, the expectations are managed professionally - suiting to answer every need, want, demand and void felt. Hoping that all the work we have done is paid off by a lucrative reward compensation, hoping that all the waiting will end up with a happy fairy tale ending, hoping that with all the good deeds comes a good christmas gift, hoping that with all the high notes I hit I bring back the champion title for best singer ...

I hate this feeling. Really. Especially when it comes to very hopefully stuff. So we are driven by motivation of how others may manage us in hope of a better self-inflicted feeling??? Just like bosses, you manage them well - you get huge bonuses. Mismanaged them, black book for life.

Life is tough already and when you allow yourself to be managed that way. You will go bonkers and start writing nonsensical post at ungodly hours of the day.

I should be tucking in soon. I hate expectations by the way. But I do it.

Just like now, I expect my staff to do my work tomorrow because I will be a zombie at work and I know they will not. I can already feel the pain of incoming work...