The Price of Stability
I consider myself pretty decent at keeping conversations going—you know, making sure things don’t descend into awkward silence. But she? She’s got a talent for shutting down conversations like a Windows XP crash. Full stops after every sentence. No transitions. No lifeline. Just... silence.
And to make things even more challenging, I have no idea why, but whenever she speaks, it’s like listening to Jay Chou singing—except she’s not singing, she’s talking. Blurry. Indistinct. Like an audio file with the bass turned up too high.
Anyway, her mom casually mentioned that she bought a house in JB. Makes sense since she’s from JB. The price? A cool RM800K. The mortgage? RM3000 a month. And here’s where I lose my grip on reality—90% of people seem to be on this stability train, where stability = house, car, family. Me? I’m in the 10% that looks at this concept like, “Uh... why?”
Once you buy a house like that, you’re basically signing a contract to work in Singapore for the rest of your life. Because let’s be real—Malaysia’s salaries can’t keep up with property prices anymore. How do people commit to this for the next 50 years? I can’t imagine living a life where your ultimate goal is just... paying off a house. You work yourself to the bone, and what do you get? A house and some chronic back pain? No offense, but I just can’t relate.
Then, of course, the classic argument comes up: “Just start a family, have a kid, and boom! Life has meaning!” And I’m like, “Bro… why do you need a kid to give your life meaning? Isn’t the whole point of life to figure that out for yourself?” But hey, I’m not here to dictate how people live their lives. If that works for them, good for them.
What really got me, though, was when she hit me with the ultimate Asian parent line: “You’re not young anymore—you’re almost 30.” Bruh. Huh? The way I just stared at her like a buffering screen.
I had so much to say. So many thoughts. But then I remembered: Not my circus, not my monkeys. People can live however they want. Who am I to judge?
…Anyway. That’s life, I guess. 🤷♀️
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