Last Saturday, I attended a full day seminar titled, “Helping the Depressed”. No, I didn’t came out feeling more depressed if that is what some of you might want to hear from me. Instead, I came out suicidal!
Okay, okay, jokes aside! I came out knowing a thing or two about people with depression and how we categorize the different types. In order to counsel them, I will need to attend the next one on counseling (actually, it is about 14 more to go before I am handled a certificate or 28 for a diploma). For that, I will have to look into my precious weekend schedules ahead. Part of the course also taught us what to say to the bereaved when we attend a wake. There are people who actually said, “I am sorry for the loss (of your husband) and I know how it feels like because I just lost my old dog last week!”
The best is according to the course lecturer; when you don’t know what to say, don’t say anything!
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That evening, I dined at Chili’s with my friend PC. I made a mistake by ordering bottomless fruit juices while waiting for her to get a parking space. It was Saturday night and getting a parking spot can be a nightmarish experience. By the time she finally got one 35 minutes later, I had already downed 3 full glasses of mango juice (yes, I was a bit hungry but after those three glasses, I was beginning to feel regretful)!
My order of Chicken Tacos came with three soft-shell tacos heavily stuffed with meat, bell peppers and onions, with a side of black beans and wild rice. I also ordered guacamole to go with my tacos and boy, did I regret my gluttony! I had to abandon the rice but I cleaned out the black beans and guacamole! By the time PC and I walked out of the restaurant, I was so stuffed that I felt like I was going to explode if anyone accidentally or playfully press his or her forefinger onto my stomach! The result would be the staff having to work extra beyond their job scope while I would just lie on the floor and wait for the mall’s animal shaped kiddie-train to run me over!
As we sat on one of the couches at the mall, observing people, we realized that in general, Malaysian men are total slobs in terms of their dressing! We were not talking about the metrosexuals, or the homosexuals (who are generally great dressers if not a tad too flamboyant sometimes but that’s fine. At least they make the effort).
PC called it an aesthetic disappointment! They are far from being neat and would generally wear polo shirts that looked like they were collected from a cabbage patch and shorts that looked like it was from the Yap Ah Loy era. The worst is that they also don’t even bother to wear proper casual shoes or appropriate sandals, but those “buy three pairs and get an additional pair free for RM10” flip-flops! This was the mall, for god’s sake!
I believe that if you give your appearance a little more effort, despite the measurements of the abdominal circumferences, it will show! And with regular exercise and a healthier lifestyle, you would naturally feel better and even if you don’t know what self-confidence is all about, one would eventually feel it grow. You will find people treating you better and vice versa (and even our service industry here sucks big time)!
I have been to a wedding where the father of the bride was wearing a simple short-sleeved white shirt while it was a black tie function. If you may say it was not such a big deal, why then is everyone who (Ahem!) attended the wedding dinner is still talking about it after two years? Okay, if you are attending this dinner at a remote village where they serve stewed dog-meat, then I would understand, but then nowadays with the exposure of the media, I can imagine some of the guests wearing faux designer labels (which is still fine since they are making the effort, but not something out of a GQ magazine - circa 1981 edition)!
I don’t think clothes should define a man and being a slob in their own homes is nobody’s business! That is, until they go out. There would be a reason why in general you are not being able to get the respect that you need! Respect is earned, not demanded and neat, effort or common sense dressing is one of it.
Even more Ah Bengs are dressing better nowadays! At least most of their accessories don’t make any more noises when they walk.