Let’s see…what’s on the hate plate today?

I hate it when people, sequacious, superficial, pretentious, ignorant people express false emotions. I hate it when people feign the extent to which their emotions take over them, for whatever reason. This is all ESPECIALLY true when the person happens to be my age or older.

I suppose I’m oversensitive to things like this. I see fake emotions almost as a mockery of any true ones that I have. I hold my emotions as an important part of my life, and try to experience each one with gravity and appreciativeness. It’s rare that I can be affected by things so much that my emotions take over me, so I don’t take happiness or sadness lightly, especially when someone else pretends to experience them. I’ve lived too long as an unfeeling being, as someone who cared for nothing, to have some idiot pretend to appreciate what has become an essential part of my life.

Some people never grow up.

Is it just me, or are beer commercials becoming more and more insulting? Every other beer ad I see nowadays says nothing about the beer itself, but has some images targeted at a specific market. For example, there’s the Labatt Blue “Cheers. To Friends” campaign, with it’s entertaining but pointless Jackass exploits. This happens to be one of the better series of ads (along with the Alexander Keith’s “Spilly Talker” series), which is not only well done, but doesn’t only show attractive women.

Other commercials, such as the one telling us that “guys can concentrate on things other than hockey” while showing a bar full of men staring at a female bartender, completely piss me the FUCK off. Why the fuck would someone show something like that? Do they expect guys to say, “Yeah, that’s true!! Ha ha!”, give each other a high-five, run to the beer store and buy that brand?

Or how about the “Less is more” series, with some mildly amusing situations involving people wearing clothes that don’t fit, due to two workers fabric company trying to save costs on materials? The “punchline” to these commercials is a woman wearing a tiny tube top walking into a bar (the size being due to the saving of fabric, no less), the two workers realizing that they’ve done the right thing, and as a result, are able to dance with the woman. The list goes on and on.

What the fuck are these commercials trying to say? That guys are so base as to be swayed by pretty colours and images? That we would choose a shitty tasting beer based on the women or humour in the commercial? Why wouldn’t you just describe the beer and the characteristics, so that people who like pale brews can know about what makes a brand unique? At least say something about how good the beer tastes, instead of trying to tell me about how women will have sex with me if I drink a certain brand.

Jesus fucking Christ.

The idea that social peacocking occurs seasonally has recently been brought up. My friend and I both agreed that winter is the time for males to wear their nicer, thicker clothes in order to emphasize their shoulders or face or even class. Summer, on the other hand, is the time females show skin and curves. Thus, appeal becomes a seasonally based idea. Both sexes, following evolutionary instincts, are attracted to figures and faces.

Another thing to consider is the fact that girls are commonly born with the appealing curvy shape, whereas guys are born without strong muscular definition. This causes the emphasis of the male appeal to lie strongly on the face, and revealing clothes become less important.

On cruising the summer streets, my friend told me that he hoped girls have as hard a time keeping their eyes straight during the winter as guys do in the summer, assuming that the above is true. I realized that what I find appealing is more common in the winter, which is quite the opposite of the believed norm. I’m more of a face person than anything, and a nice turtleneck, suit, or dragging skirt makes me notice someone of the opposite sex more than tank tops or tight jeans.

I’m rarely one who is caught checking someone out since I don’t really care enough to become fixated on boobies. Darren tells me that he commonly notices other guys staring at the racy little blond walking by, but just as before, it’s not something that I notice. We both agreed that the worst case is catching old men tilting their heads for an ass-check. How terrible would it be to find out that one’s grandfather is an ass man?

It makes me wonder whether girls also leer at guys in the same disgusting fashion or maybe they are much more subtle. Perhaps some girls do have a hard time in the winter.

I’m sure that guys would like to know.

Whenever I ride the bus, I listen to my music at a volume which drowns out any outside noise. This is not only due to the fact that the buses here are obnoxiously loud, but the fact that I can’t stand listening to the insipid conversations going on around me as well. I’d rather not listen to you hitting on that girl or how funny you think you are. I don’t want to hear about your opinions on The Latest Movie or how rude that customer was at work or how many times you decide to add “like” in a sentence. I suppose that it’s no one is really at fault, since the roaring engines in each bus prevent conversations at a normal volume. I can only hope that I don’t annoy other people as much as they annoy me if I’m traveling with a friend.

Nick has been accepted on the lease and will be moving in at the beginning of August.

I watched Infernal Affairs and enjoyed it. I particularly liked the cool colours of the film, which contrasts with how Hong Kong is normally portrayed in the movies. Anthony Wong is great as the superintendent, but all the other guys look too good to be cops.

Home at last, with time enough to write. Still busy, errands, etc.

I took a short walk before going home by bus from downtown. The bars and clubs are still busy from the big game, and the streets were overflowing with crushes of short-sleeved, tight-fitting people. I walked by the canal, and it was beautifully lit on one side from street lamps, complete with spherical fixtures.

A few people tried to get me to go out, but my fatigue would have prevented me from having a good time. One of the people was fairly adamant in having me at the club. As flattering as it was, I quickly grew tired of being harassed. On the other hand, another person asked, and it was the first time that I didn’t feel bothered about being asked to go out. I think the distinction lies in the fact that the former person gave off the impression that she knew better than me about how good a time I would have (which is how I find I’m usually asked out), whereas the latter seemed more disappointed than anything that I couldn’t go.