Relationship Goals.

I had this one patient. Obviously, I can't give out his details and come to think of it, it doesn't matter.

To put it simply, I pegged him to die every morning I walk into the ward. Not because I'm a cruel bugger but honestly, he was in such a shitty condition. Drains jutting out everywhere and frank blood pouring out of them. Severe bleeding disorder, Hb 2, PT/aPTT max.

But the fucker continued living. That's goddamn amazing.

This story isn't some motivational bullshit because the main character to this isn't the patient. It's his wife.

Now, see, let me be frank. This guy has nothing going for him. He isn't good looking, doesn't make good money and unfortunately, I know that he doesn't have a big dick. I can only assume that he is the greatest of men personality wise.

Why, you ask?

Because his wife is fucking smoking hot. I'm not shitting you. Blazing. She could rival the fucking Sun.

I observe her daily - in a non creepy way - and I've been trying to understand why she stays. I still don't fucking know. Everyday I see her taking care of this patient and it baffles me because even for me, the smell of his wound is something that I can't deal with. Yet there she is, chilling out with this guy who's bleeding non-stop. Who smells like Satan's gangrenous butthole.

People talk about loyalty a lot. I doubt they understand what it is but from now on, this woman will be what I think of when the word comes up.

I don't know if she takes time off to vent somewhere. Maybe she has ulterior motives. Maybe she cries in the toilet everyday. I don't know. What I know is that she has stayed by her husband's side, unmoved, unfazed and undaunted.

You see people posting shit on facebook. 'Relationship goals' or whatever the term is. And there'll be some sort of shitty caption like 'He braided my hair' or 'He let me be the bigger spoon'. I get upset nowadays when I see that shit. Genuinely upset.

You want a relationship goal? Here's one: She stayed by my side even when I'm bleeding the fuck out and have a rotting wound.

Return of the Ding

And we're back online, thanks to the fact that I now have money of my own to channel into repairing my ailing mistress/computer.

I can't believe it took me close to 6 months to get to repairing this shit. Jesus fucking christ.

So I remembered that I do have a blog. Logged in and the first thing I saw was this.

Hot damn.

I thought about writing the progress of my life these past few months but screw that shit. Let's talk about this. Considering I'm so used to writing in point form now thanks to working in the fucking hospital, I'm going to do just that.

1) I appreciate the fact that you've spent time to evaluate me, I really do. But, seriously, again with the anonymous bullshit. Come on, man.

2) I am one biased motherfucker. A bit of research into my blog is enough to make one realise this. Also, if you know me and I'm assuming you do, surely you must know that I'm biased most of the time.

3) Well, I wouldn't say no to meeting other people who are like minded. It makes things easier and less offensive. I am, however, prone to disagree on the idea that I 'shun people who are different'. I'm also somewhat interested on how you came to the conclusion that because I like like-minded people, I shun those who are different. Really. That's way past the vicinity of a wild assumption. Like way past.

If I do label people as boring, it's because I've listened to them and felt the desire to shove my head in a blender. Why would I listen to something that doesn't interest me? I mean, yes, I can pretend to be interested but that's not how I'm wired. I'd rather take the heat of people calling me a cunt than be someone that isn't who they seem.

4) I don't actually need the world to understand me. That's too high of an expectation, come to think. Actually, your statement is confusing as fuck because I'm at a loss to where you get these facts. If the world doesn't understand me, too bad la.

5) Close minded, no. Self absorbed and depressed, yes. I think your choice of words is coming in the way of what you're trying to convey but I think I understand what you're getting at.

Let's take an example. A guy says something which I don't agree with. I express my disagreement. If he persist with his idea then I don't talk to him about it. I do this not because in your words, I'm 'close-minded' but because I don't see the point in trying to push him to see the world from my point of view. Why waste my time doing something which has minimal point of success? I'm happy that I know his point of view and he knows mine.

6) My social anxiety stems from the lack of exposure to peers during my childhood. Come on, man, you gotta keep up. And to be judged like I judge them is what I really want. Pure, unadulterated honesty. I've been harping about it for years.

7) Well, shit, now I'm not sure what to call people who send dick/anus/other wildly inappropriate pictures to me. Saints? Avalanche of saints? And you don't have to sit at the top to pick out shiny stuff. You can be right at the base and do the same.

8) Come to think, this paragraph about loneliness is pretty accurate. Still, in lieu of the rest, the impact of it is dampened but it's okay, I'll give it a thumbs up.

I kind of love myself every day. You know, the manual way.

All jokes aside, grow a pair (Or two, that'd be awesome) and use your name. I mean what's the point of writing long essays if you can't talk about it?