Defiantly Unacceptable

A good friend of mine just came online though the msn network. As usual trust him to always come up with desperate nicknames of historical infatuations (oh god, totally passé) which he would unknowingly publicize to the whole world (or people in his contact list anyway) his loss over yet another great young woman and how he thinks it’s his fault again and so forth. Pity.

This season, or the month of June (I am betting it could well extend all the way till July), he addresses another uninteresting area. We are discussing about his lack of life aspiration, or, his desperation to cling on to one which had presently slammed their doors right at his face. Like most of my flying club kakis, my friend Tom (I couldn’t think of a more interesting nick) kills to be a pilot. And they are never satisfied with any ordinary light aircraft or transport carrier pilot, but a jam packed kick-ass fighter pilot, the godly F-16s. Obviously, you know the tough medical screening these A-listed wannabes have to sit through. Failing to hear a single VHF or UHF which stands for very high frequency or ultra high frequency respectively meant an instant disqualification. So what I wonder? You should be mature enough to not beg for a flying career if you are not cut out to be one. It’s like, a chicken trying to fly. Grow up Tom, get a good paying job or better still, develop the full potential of your paper qualifications, whatever else options that makes you happy. Being stubbornly single minded and inflexible will get you no where. And you still question if you are top notch material when you can’t even think straight and save yourself. Besides I have always thought of those fighters as snobbish individuals. They speak to you in a high and mighty manner because they presume you know that they are the first-rated residents. Right whatever.

Sometimes someone should knock some sense into these thick headed people. I am not going to deny I am not one too, but at least I save myself from humiliation soon enough and I do not tolerate myself to wallow these unfortunate escapades for more than a week. Christ, move on brother!