Yearly Archives: 2003

Patches Gets Put Down

Patches on the couch

Poor Patches has to be put down today. I have the option of being present dur­ing the process, but I real­ly doubt that I could han­dle some­thing like that. He has­n’t stopped pee­ing and poo­ing on my car­pet for the last few weeks, and does­n’t seem to be very hap­py with Dolly attack­ing him every time she sees him. He’s too old to be adopt­ed by any­one; all attempts to find a suit­able own­er have turned up fruit­less. Since he’s so old and does­n’t adapt well to mov­ing any­way, Trolley, Aaron, and I think it’s best that he’s put down now. He’s lived a very good four­teen years, spoiled by Aaron in his child­hood. Nick and I have real­ly enjoyed him being around these last few weeks (aside from the con­stant car­pet elim­i­na­tion). He was very docile, vocal, and affec­tion­ate, always try­ing to sleep on me whether I was awake or not. Sometimes he would fol­low me around the apart­ment when I was doing chores for the chance that I would sit down and turn into a pil­low. When Nick and I would chill on the couch, he would be the third stooge, always hang­ing out with us. I gave Aaron some time alone with Patches and a bag of Temptations. Everyone will def­i­nite­ly miss him.

This Is Why You Don't Know Me

I nev­er tell any­one to keep my secrets. I only tell secrets to those I trust, which hap­pens to be less than a hand­ful of peo­ple. These peo­ple know me well enough to under­stand the grav­i­ty of what I talk about and gage whether they should keep it to them­selves.

Whenever peo­ple ask that I don’t tell any­one else about what they’re about to say, I nev­er even acknowl­edge the request. For me, it’s a com­plete giv­en, some­thing that should­n’t even have to be said. I will rarely talk about any­one to any­one else, because one can nev­er be too sure about what should be kept secret. Some peo­ple find that I take this a lit­tle to the extreme, since I won’t even talk about some­thing like what some­one ordered for din­ner on the off-chance that they’re on a diet and don’t want oth­ers to know. The risk of hurt­ing some­body is nev­er worth it to me.

I think this way main­ly due to the fact that I’ve gone through a lot of pain and trou­ble, sim­ply due to some “inno­cent” gos­sip. I can’t fuck­ing stand it when peo­ple talk about things that don’t con­cern them in any way, aside from only know­ing the peo­ple involved. I espe­cial­ly can’t stand it when some­one knows that say­ing some­thing is wrong, and they go ahead and do it any­way. It’s made me a very unopen per­son to most. It’s not just the poten­tial for hurt though, there are some things that I sim­ply don’t want peo­ple to know.

But that’s anoth­er sto­ry alto­geth­er.

Pre-Hong Kong Chinese Food

I had the plea­sure of Pat’s com­pa­ny this morn­ing as we went for some Dim Sum. The meal was sort of meant to see me off on my trip, as well as cel­e­brate Pat’s new job, and adapt my sys­tem to the most­ly oil fried food of Hong Kong. The streets of Chinatown were qui­et and serene, a stark change from the con­stant sound of traf­fic I get from the Queensway out­side my win­dow. Sunday morn­ings should always be this beau­ti­ful and cold.

"Cause It Isn't Fair"

There are times when a com­mit­ment is made on good terms and the bond of such a com­mit­ment can be eas­i­ly hon­oured. However, there are cas­es when these terms become sub­ject to strains that may threat­en the rela­tion­ship on which the com­mit­ment is based. When these strains over­whelm, the bond is bro­ken.

The com­mit­ment, entan­gled with the rela­tion­ship, should be bro­ken as well.

However, this bond some­times does not end. In such cas­es, the com­mit­ment can­not be said to be hon­oured; rather, it exists out of pity. Such a motive is rarely some­thing to be desired. It is best to end such an engage­ment instead of false­ly keep­ing it alive, for com­mit­ments, much like rela­tion­ships, are par­tial­ly based on the self-inter­ests of those involved. When they are not, one per­son assumes the role of a liar.

And the oth­er is being lied to.