Self-fulling prophecy

How sad is it, that we "force-justify" our actions and thoughts?

If I remember my social psychology - We splurge on an expensive golf bag. Because we have committed so much time and effort in golf that we feel that it's a responsibility to keep the golf clubs in the best condition. It's respect for the sport that the owner looks good. It's a reward to ourselves for practising so hard every weekend. It's a social requirement that golfers look rich and groomed. It is the right decision to have spent that money on an expensive golf bag.

Why do we need so much conviction on choices we made? Are we insecure? Are we afraid of being judged, that we have to constantly defend our actions?

Let's take this further. If we didnt buy the new expensive golf bag, we might feel disgruntled and end up not going for golf. We might curse and swear while stuck at the 4th hole. We might end up telling a friend who owns the same expensive golf bag that his bag is most hideous-looking thing on the green.

Anything, and everything, that will make us go back to the golf shop and buy the golf bag.

I cant help it. I really really cant help it...

Some places

I cant decide if I like Phuket; likewise Bintan, Koh Samui or any beach resorts in Southeast Asia.

Too spoilt and cosy in cities where I dont have the word "tourist" printed on my forehead. People could tell I am not native; could be a student, an expat or a visiting someone. I'm just not them, and I'm there only for a short period. Being a tourist is different. It means carrying the following - a camera, a map and the perpeptual "hmm, we're going this way" look. Really, when I see non-locals taking pictures of the merlion, I'd go "fucking tourists"...

Oh well.

I like Phuket in that there are (probably) more tourists than locals. The Thais (in Phuket) are more interested in making you spend than ogling you walking around in bikini tops and surf shorts. You have a good mix of foreigners from all over. You know this is a not place you go to, for work or to visit friends. You just want to get away. Yeah, that makes one a fucking tourist.

Damn, I am a walking irony...

What's your thought?

It's either I have some serious thoughts every few months or I feel an obligation to prove to "nobody" that I can still write.

No revelations, just some been-there-along-except-I-didnt-pick-up observations. What is effective communication? Clear, succinct, good tone? More than that. It's an irony actually. Because "effective" communication is about bringing across a point so that something gets done, in the most indirect way! Sometimes in order to get things moving, you cant go head on. Must go in circles... Only in certain situations.

Friends always tell me I think too much. Instinctively, my response would be "isnt that what the brain is for?" While one is not sitting in front of the computer or plotting to kill, what does one do? You mean the brain really rests? Dont we all walk and chew gum?

Maybe it's not that I think too much; but I reveal too much. Possible?

I'll connect the effective communication bit with the think too much bit. If things werent spoken so directly, there wouldnt be a mindmap in my head. I might have taken things literally, at face value; and the outcome would have been different. It's good to be inquisitive. A "positive" thing, you know? Like being meticulous?

Yes, I'm wasting time. But it keeps me entertained.