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Spoilt for Choice February 23, 2006

Posted by The Truth in Im Allgemeinen.

Would life be simpler without choices? Being spoilt for choice is really something you don’t want to be caught in the middle of, especially when you’re making big choices in your life, for example…

1. Getting married (certainly you don’t want to have to choose between like…4 women at the altar – unless they’re quadruplets)
2. Declaring your loyalty to any particular side (like when choosing a scholarship, for example. Or any side in a 3-sided war when you’re undecided about who to support.)
3. Deciding on your course of study at a university (it’s awfully simple in Singapore though, the way the unis decide for you and not you deciding for yourself…)
4. How about your first car? (Manual or automatic, a speedster or a family car, yadda yadda…)

And no, although it may sound good to be qualified to fulfil every criteria because you’re then able to have a broader spectrum of options open to you, sometimes it really is more of a bane than a boon. Yes, it’s been proven that when faced with a multitude of options, people come under stress. That’s why yours truly has finally begun to write my apologetic soppy letters of rejection to the scholarship boards.

Why? Because i’m tired of being under stress, of my questioning nosey relatives who take me on The Guilt Express time and time again with the standard ‘you-should-make-your-parents-proud’ mantra. I’m not going to get a scholarship so i can garner face for my bloodline. That’s about the worst thing you should do, doing things just to garner face for yourself, or even worse, for someone else. Where’s the meaning in all that?! After all, i figure no scholarships will give me an entirely different experience. I’m not going to be someone who’s living a sheltered, all-expenses-paid life. I want to be someone who’s been there and done that.

So, i am, very simply, reducing my choices. I don’t expect anyone to understand.

And i’m not going to tarry in Singapore if there’re no opportunities. I can’t help it if my home is geographically small and because Big Brother takes care of everyone who’s a scholar (and because the competition here is often non-existent) can i? Let’s see. Arbeite ich als Journalist/Kolumnist, darf ich nur bei SPH arbeiten, weil es hier keine andere Pressewesen doch gibt. Es ist nicht einfach, sich dazu zu entschliessen, die Heimat zu verlassen.

Do i sound like i’m contradicting myself because i’m complaining of too many choices, and then here i am now sounding like i don’t have a choice? Es ist alles eine Frage der Zeit. One faces different problems at different times. In 5 years time i’ll be bitching about how there’re no career opportunities, happily forgetting that i turned down 3 of them.

Yes, that’s human nature for you.

The Final Dusk Und so fing die Götterdämmerung an.



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