Boring
November 3rd, 2025
J, my senior—not my coworker, nor my motorcycle friend, nor the niece—remarked my life was boring. He said he was only interested in my love life.
I asked if sex and romance were the only interest in life. He replied a silent yes.
Dear reader, is it same for you? As an old virgin, life is everything but sex and romance.
I worked a lot both today and weekend. Meetings rescheduled. Recently a successful launch, assumed to fail internally, but pleasantly surprised. Of pessimists, I recall to not listen—their complaints of no real truth.
J, the niece, interviewed today. She said she didn't pass, but grew from the experience anyhow. I like that. I want her to succeed.
Should I suggest mock interviews?
It's strange being "experienced." An urge to take the controller out of their hands and play the game—but that's not helpful.
Contrary, support is more valuable than lecture: should Messi encourage or lecture a boy? Seems clear, but I recall how few teachers do this.
Besides, being experienced is nice, but is it valuable? Will it continue to be the right way to do things?
I practice keeping silent my thoughts so as to not grow ego. To only speak to ask of others.
Yesterday there was a bike in my spot. I parked next to it and headed up without snitching.
This evening only my bike remained. Where did they go? Maybe, they'd like to come riding with me?
A message to myself
Fail fast. Fail a lot. Use your time to experience. With experience, ability; with ability, responsibility. But more, experience is life.
Experience life. Don't let fear stop you.