This is something that I should not be ranting about; it involves a senior citizen, and we should respect them. But I am annoyed at this particular senior’s behaviour.

I was working in the public library, with headphones on. This old lady walks up to me, and I turn slightly to face them. I could see them in my peripheral vision. I continue to work, but suddenly, she starts talking to me. I reluctantly take off my headphones and listen. She is speaking in Mandarin, a language I do not speak. In addition, she is showing me her iPad. It must be a question about how to use a function on the iPad.

Immediately, I say to her “Sorry, I don’t speak Chinese”. A few library patrons look towards me. The old lady closes the iPad and continues walking. I put my headphones back on and continue working.

What is with old people walking up to ME, and ME in particular, and then start talking to me assuming I speak whatever language they speak? Also, don’t they get the hint that I’m wearing headphones? Surely this is a good enough DO NOT DISTURB sign!

At least I apologised that I couldn’t answer her question.

But this also raises questions about when is it okay to ask library visitors random questions.

Dear [friend],

Thanks for coming.

First, I want to say what a great friend you have been. We’ve shared some good times together, whether that be getting through exam study through stuvac, or [activity]. I enjoy your company.

I’m sorry there’s no easy way for me to say this. I don’t think we can be friends any more.

Since we first met in [place], we’ve grown apart. Each time we meet, we talk about less, and our interests increasingly don’t match. [Fark], we don’t see each other ‘occasionally’ any more, more like never.

Don’t get me wrong, you’re a great person. In [time], look at all that you have done. You were [e.g. president of some society] and you got [great graduate position]. Look at me. What have I got to show for [time period]? Not as much, and probably next to nothing.

You’re destined for great things, and you don’t need a person like me wasting your time over coffees.

Good bye and good luck.

[Twenty dollars is placed on the table for the coffees. Fade to black.]

I was in the IT building yesterday, and while I was working, I looked around and saw a hot blonde girl, programming in C!

Now, before you all say I’m sexist, this particular person looked like someone who enjoys their music festivals. And there was the bag and accessories. Obviously I can’t know exactly what she’s in to without speaking to her, but none the less, it was a pleasant sight.

At last, the world is beginning to become equal; Break down the gender barriers!

Now we need stereotypical computer nerds interested in a subject like women’s fashion, or street style photography.

There’s an Asian guy in one of my lectures that’s giving me the shits. I’m secretly hoping that a lot of other people find him annoying.

Now, before I continue, let me say that I think he is an Aussie; his English and engagement with the course work are similar to that of locals.

Minor annoyance: He’s got a kind of stretched baby face i.e. young looking. And he’s one of those people that wears hats indoors. Not just any old hat, but decent looking ones; he wore a fedora one sunny day, and another day, a snapback. Wearing hats inside a lecture is NOT cool.

The thing that gives me the shits though, is the questions he asks in the lectures. And before you shout “MATURE AGE STUDENT!”, he’s not. The lecturer sighs when he asks questions. I’m sure you know the type of person: the person who asks the questions where the answers are found on the course website, or notes.

And his phone went off last lecture. Awkward ring tone, and a horrible one too.

And he’s got an annoying voice. He sounds gay.

He’s also a bit of a loner, but then again, so am I.

It just so happens that in this particular lecture, I always bring a large thick textbook. On more than one occasion, I have wanted to whack the textbook against his face, jarring him, and then delivering a brief line of abuse, “Shut up, and stop annoying everyone. No-one wants to hear what you have to say!”

But thankfully there are forces in the society that stop me from doing that.

UPDATE: He dresses like a hipster. Eww.

I’m surprised that the term bi-curious is not used more often. If you don’t know what it means, it is used to describe a person who is primarily attracted to the opposite gender, but has an interest in sexual/romantic relations with the same gender.

People who do not like the term bi-curious, say that the term is too open; it describes too much of the ‘spectrum’ between heterosexuality and bisexuality. Can’t really blame them, just look at LGBTQIA. There’s a letter to describe each exact situation!

Trouble is, being bi-curious implicitly means that you are exploring bisexuality. A man might only want the experience of being romantic towards another man, while a woman may want to experience lesbian sex. Again, the term CAN’T DESCRIBE ONLY ONE SITUATION! We all want to see gay/lesbian people not afraid of coming out without retribution or protest from the wider community.

A statement of sexual orientation should be as easy as saying to people “I have a boy/girlfriend”. Saying that one is bi-curious should be as easy as saying “I’m trying yoga” or “I’m interested in the study of arachnids”.

Yesterday, I met a reader of this blog. They said they liked what I wrote, and was shocked at the whole WX story. We had a nice brief conversation, and I’m very happy that I am providing some good entertainment.

But this event has caused a dilemma. When I started this blog a year ago, I had hoped to remain as anonymous as I could, and the same for you readers. The less I know about you, the more freedom I have with who I am ranting about.

But bloggers thrive on knowing that people read their blogs, and the best way to confirm that is seeing humans reading and talking about blogs. Numbers on statistic screens don’t cut it.

Dear reader I met yesterday, if you are reading this, know that I have nothing I need to say about you right now, but watch your step in the future. In the meantime, thank you for your support.

Sometimes I wish I was one of those innocent victims in a botched crime.

It’s the same fucking ritual every semester.

Let me be direct. I’m an Asian guy and I like white women. There I said it.

Week 1 Lectures. I take a seat at the back, and scan for nice looking people. Automatically, this excludes any Chinese people. I don’t like them much, and it just so happens that they seem to make up the majority of the class. Easy exclusion.

I spot the female students that are sitting alone in Week 1. They usually fall into three categories: working intently, or chill-axed. The goal now is to start a conversation with them in the next lecture.

Now that I’m spending less time at uni this semester, this task seems so much more important.

Let me also say this: It is hard being alone for a long time. Humans crave attention, and interaction with others. It’s what makes life interesting.

A socially challenged person