The Scent of Discontent

I've been in Singapore for a while now (5 weeks to be exact). The air is fresh and the MRT is refreshingly clean. (I shudder at the horrors of the NYC metro which I have to deal with in 4 weeks.) *pukes*

You don't know gross and stinky till you encounter the NYC metro. Even the mosh pit crowding the MRT during peak hours is much better tolerated than the ammonia-scented metro.

Anyway, this blog is not about ecky subway system, I just got sidetracked along the way.

The MRT is nice and clean but there is something filthy enveloping the country. Everyone (by this, I mean young adults, like me) here is so unhappy. Singapore should be called the City of Discontent. Everyone complains about money, jobs, school, work etc. Whiny problematic me merrily adds to this discontented chorus.

Everything seems wrong here. The houses are too tiny. HDB apartments are WAY TOO small for families. Antisocial beings like me enjoy personal space and hate meeting people at every turn (aka every time I leave a room). Cars are expensive. Buses take too long. (Taxis are decently priced though.) The weather is best at messing with your mood. Working hours are far too long. TV is boring. (I can't believe I said TV is boring. TV used to be my best friend.)

Money is never enough. Everyone (reminder: psychotic friends of mine) wants to make it BIG. $10K/month is just decent. Everyone wants more. How much? I don't know.

I like being the only self-obsessed, materialistic soul around. Why is everyone like that? I need people who are idealistic, who can lift my spirits and bring me hope concerning one's better nature.

A happy family, good health, great friends and a kind heart used to be enough. Now everyone wants to surpass this. Everyone wants everything (including lots of wealth of course!).

So much dissatisfaction in so small a place. Being in the 20s brings out the uglies in everyone. Competition, money, career, life...

The Singapore air is clean, but it stinks of the scent of discontent.