That’s Stella

Spending the night at Adam’s last night made me remember why all those years ago I had the slightest inkling to do psychology. To think that in my first year of uni I was on my way to a future in clinical psychology, I can only look back and ponder how much drugs I must’ve been on for me to come up with such a bad career choice. But when I do think back to those years, hell, I wasn’t even on drugs so really the only clear justification must be STUPIDITY. Perhaps all that deafening rock music and massive alcohol consumption in high school did have an overall long term side effect.

In my teens everyone realised I had this uncanny ability to break anyone. I’m not even talking exclusively about friends. I could get my friends, cute boys, teachers and random strangers to pour out their heart and soul to me. Perhaps there was no one else to speak to? Perhaps it was my honest face? Perhaps it’s the whole Asian thing and just like that Donna Chang Seinfeld episode, people think that I could dish out some wise Chinese proverbs and wisdom? Who the hell knows! But after I started getting into psych, I realised it was my ego that kept me in psych. I didn’t give a crap about peoples problems. What a way to drag down your life with other peoples worries. So yeah, I took the ethical path and figured I’d use my powers of persuasion and manipulation in advertising and business instead.

Of course when it comes to friends it’s a totally different issue. I want to know what’s going on in my friends lives. And I do care and would hope they would turn to me for a chat and have all the time in the world for them. So last night Adam and I were on serious mode and he had a rant about how I don’t really know him and that he has issues and that he couldn’t and wouldn’t tell me and that he didn’t feel comfortable talking to me about it. Three hours later, 3am in the morning, he’s worn and frazzled and bug eyed and baffled how I got him to spill the beans.

He’s generally closed off and reserved when it comes to feelings, etc.
It was a proud moment.