Eat-All-You-Can, But Not Feel-All-You-Can
Let’s all just pretend I didn’t skip a day of posting yesterday because I was absolutely wrecked after getting home at 12:30 a.m. Like, I literally zombied my way into the shower and then KO-ed straight into bed. No thoughts, just sleep.
So here’s what went down: I met up with my friends—XT, JP, and KM—after work and we had dinner together. We went to Bugis and ate at this hotpot place called HK Charcoal Claypot—yes, charcoal—because apparently, eating meat that smells like a campfire is a whole vibe. It was buffet-style too, which means: Eat. All. You. Can. And trust me, we did.
The food was chef’s kiss. I had enough pork belly to make my ancestors question my life choices. Meat? Yes. Veggies? Sure, for decoration.
While we were eating (and probably halfway to a food coma), we had a deep talk—and I realized something: everyone’s got such different views on life. Me? I want to be a free-spirited, wanderlust-fueled nomad. My friends? Stability lovers. House, job, routine. You know, adult stuff. And I guess that’s life, huh? You can’t have it all. You give something to get something else. Like sacrificing abs for all-you-can-eat pork belly.
Take KM and XT, for example. They’re a couple. XT wants stability, structure, maybe a white picket fence. KM, though? I think he wants to go on a working holiday, live that backpacker life. But XT was like, “Only if you’re rich enough!” (She was joking… I think).
The more you're tied to people, the more you have to think about them when making choices. It's like emotional tax. Some people pay more, some less, but everyone gets invoiced.
Not sure if y’all feel me on this, but that’s my takeaway. That’s also why, from time to time, I like to keep my circle small and my life drama-free. Complicated relationships? No thanks. Give me peace, simplicity, and maybe another round of pork belly.
Minimalism is my aesthetic. Emotionally and buffet-wise.
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