Post no.200! Never thought I'd have so much to write. Although it's not always about something happy, this blog has become the sanctuary of my thoughts. Come to think of it, I really should change the look and feel up a bit...maybe after the May meetings in New Delhi!
Actually, I had wanted to share with y'all last week, but never really got around to simmering down into writing mode. But seeing that I'm just waiting to dive into the weekend, there's some time to update on the random life that is mine.
Remember when I had a French boyfriend? He's now referred to as the crazy ex. Why? You'll soon understand. See, before we broke up early last year, I had passed to him my Sony HX-20V camera for him to bring back to Europe for repair as the insurance was in Europe. Of course, I wouldn't have known we'd break up. Otherwise, I would have just paid the extra to get it fixed here in Malaysia.
After breaking up, I had asked him to ship the camera to me instead. Certainly, I'd transfer the necessary amount to cover the cost for shipping. His excuse: "I don't want you to owe me money or I owe you money". That didn't make sense to me, so I offered for him to just keep the change if there were extra. He counter-offered.
"You can book a postal service to bring the packaging to my office, wait for me to pack, and take for shipment". That was probably the LAZIEST reply I have ever heard in my entire life. Would it kill you to package it and bring it to the post office? I've done tons of those runs for my friends, and honestly, it doesn't take more than 30 minutes of my life. Of course, I'd only do that for my BFFs, and if he had asked me to post the suit he had left behind to him, I would. Not to mention - I've been in Administration for more than 7 years and I have NEVER heard a reputable postal service that provides such a service. They will always request that the package is ready for pick-up before they SEND a pick-up personnel, or otherwise you'll be wasting their transport time. It's just common sense. But, NO. This crazy ex of mine thinks that's totally available and that I could book one from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Yes, me who does NOT speak any French.
Fine. Since I could not get him to cooperate, the only other option was to pass it on to a friend who may be coming back to Kuala Lumpur. I had a coworker who was there for a tournament one weekend in October last year, so I quickly informed the crazy ex. He said, "Oh, can he come to find me instead?" Really, we're talking about someone who's there for work and will not have the time or the transport knowledge to get to where he was. The crazy ex was just being plain difficult at this point. He even mentioned that he didn't have time to go all the way to the stadium. At that point, I'm already thinking, "Why did I think that he would bring it to the stadium when he can't even just POST the damn camera." Forget it.
Not until a couple of weeks ago, my bestie was in Paris for holiday. It came to me that she could take the camera for me, and I'll just grab it from her when we meet. We're more likely to meet than me going to Paris anyway. So I messaged the crazy ex to see if they could somehow meet and she could finally bring home my camera. Now, you will know why I call him the crazy ex...
He had given my camera away to someone.
Excuse me, but how can you give away something that isn't yours to give in the first place?! What kind of a 29-year-old is he!? Just purely brainless and irresponsible. When I asked him what the heck was he thinking, he said, "I was just cleaning my house and since it had been sitting there collecting dust..." STUPID! If he had wanted it out of his house so badly, he could have messaged me first and LET ME KNOW that he didn't want it there anymore. I'll find a way surely. But no, he didn't even have the decency to tell me. What a jerk.
Amidst me trying to talk some common sense into his I-don't-know-what-kind-of-logic mentality, he eventually caved and expressed what he truly felt. His "untruthful" actions were justified because he thought I was untruthful about our break up. Well, well, well. There we have it. A ridiculous AND unfair way to fight - if what was happening could even constitute a fight - bringing OTHER times into this discussion. There was only one word to describe him at that point: childish.
I gave up on him completely. When we broke up, I really thought we could be friends because we were just too far in every way to be in a relationship, but I also wasn't ready to be committed for him to move to Malaysia. At least, at some moments, I had thought he could have been the one. Luckily, I called it quits. Or else, this is the kind of man that I'm supposed to depend on for the rest of my life? You can think again. I would rather be alone for life if I had to be with or marry someone so immature and irresponsible. A drag. No, thank you.
No point in hoping that I'll ever get the camera back. I'll just have to take it as an expensive lesson to learn. Never date French guys. No offence to all the other French guys out there (and there are bound to be great ones, I'm sure), but one is enough for me. Possibly, we had very conflicting or different cultural values. In any case, I'm happy the way I am now. Very happy in fact. Life goes on, with or without my camera.
No worries though, I got a new one.
