The downfalls of studying abroad.
I'm getting pretty sick of people going "So when are you heading back to Melbourne?" when they see me, or just for curiosity's sake. Yes, I know you guys are concerned and just asking as a way of being polite, but I don't really need the constant reminder that I only have a little over a week left before I head back... Frankly, it's more than annoying... it's so frustrating to know that I have to keep repeating myself and then that topic inevitably leads to more questions with the likes of "So what exactly are you studying?", "How long are you going to be there for?", "Are you used to living alone?", "Wah, so now you can cook big feasts right? When are you going to let me have a taste?". Er, I'm there to study, hello... not practice my cooking skills... Then again, I suppose they were misled by the excessive food pictures capturing my culinary escapades huh.
That aside, I know this semester will be pretty chill, so I think I might have to take up some co-curricular activities to make better use of the time there.
I watched About A Boy with Nicholas Hoult and Hugh Grant yesterday, and like the character Grant played, I felt like I am not interesting enough to others, so it's more of a psychological barrier I have to overcome. I am interesting. Everyone is... everyone has a backstory, whether they like it or not. Some are more dramatic than others. It's not really what you say to others, it's how you put things into perspective that engages others. I think being sincere and helpful might do the trick, but I'm not really the kind who does that spontaneously... maybe I should try that more. Smile more. People like others who smile, right?
Just hope that I don't scare people off with my creepy smile.
The conversation's getting stale
If you won't point it out, then I will