Altruism

1. Unselfish concern for the welfare of others; selflessness.
2. Animal behavior. Instinctive behavior that is detrimental to the individual but favors the survival or spread of that individual's genes, as by benefiting its relatives.

Is humanity broken? So many of us do not instinctively behave altruistically, rather we have to purposefully set our mind to the task of performing "acts of love". Yesterday, I asked, 'How would I go about doing an act of love?' (It is my KG's homework for this week)

Cae Me who is not from Monash but somehow in my Monash CF KG, answered, 'Give way on the road, carry something heavy for someone, give a hug, say something nice; all these can be acts of love'

But I do these things everyday. Giving way on the road lessens jam, giving hugs and saying nice things makes people happy which makes things easier, carrying something heavy for someone saves time when that person is weak... It just makes sense to me, to do such things. It is certainly not altruism, because my motives are completely selfish, doing these things do benefit me greatly.

How can I be selfless? I do believe I have never done anything that I can't see being beneficial to me somehow sometime in the future...

Am I broken?

1st RAK?

It's Clubs & Societies week at Monash. All the clubs have booths set up and they try to get new members. I'm in Bball, Handball, Swimming, and CF. I think that's enough for now. I got my first RAK on Monday.

As I was walking past some booths, the wind knocked down the whiteboards, and so I helped the booth ppl pick up their whiteboard and set it right. Well. This one wasn't planned at all so it really was random. I realize that I've probably done countless such things since then, I really don't think about it, because it's so on-the-way. I would never say no to helping someone if I didn't have to go out of my way. So, is it really that much of a kindness? It only took a few seconds, to right those whiteboards...

I had to take care of the Handball booth by myself today for about an hour. I was so bored that I started challenging random passerbys to arm-wrestle me. I lost once. I'm not strong. I've googled "How to arm wrestle" and "Arm wrestling techniques".

I just got home from church team bball training, btw. I looked at myself in the mirror. And I think I'm going to start working out again. Fyi, I have not since CNY started. I just got lazy. And I didn't care for a while. But now, seeing myself looking like this... can't take it. Will think up a schedule soon. Oorah.

Call me if you're interested in being my exercise buddy!

1st PAK

I sent my brother and 3 of his friends all the way to IKEA, the one near One U which is so far! With no other reason for going there. FYI, I have never sent anyone anywhere without some other ulterior motive. I just feel like it's inefficient, to go on a round trip just to drop someone off. Well, I guess my ulterior motive this time was to do kind acts.

I was slightly afraid that I would feel like a faker, because I am not a nice person, or so I thought. But since I did a Nice Thing, with the only motive being that I Want to Be a Nice Person, am I not being a nice person genuinely? Who's to say who I am, anyway? If I am one thing now, can I not be another the next moment, if I genuinely wanted to be?

Oorah.

Let me tell you why I think girls like bad boys. Because boys are all actually bad. We're all asses underneath. Any guy who is nice, is pretending to be nice. Trying to be nice. And while girls say they want a gentleman, they know deep down that gentlemen, are by definition, fakers. So since we all love honesty, and the only truly honest ones are the bad boys, girls like bad boys.

QED. Quite easily done.

I think I'm going mad.

I'm afraid you're completely bonkers. I'll tell you a secret, though. All the best people are.

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It's from Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland, which I thought was nice, but not particularly extra-weird.

I really do think I'm losing my mind. Even as I type this I forget what I wanted to write about.

There, it's gone.

Ah it just came back. For your information, I was just hunched over the keyboard motionless for about half a minute.

I wanted to talk about Random Acts of Kindness. RAKs, Kristy calls them. I wanted to say that maybe I'll try it, because I've decided that maybe I want to be a nicer person. But then I realized that I'll never do a random act of kindness, because... nothing is random.

I had a clash in my timetable, which resulted in one lecture being shifted from an ordinary time slot to 5-7 pm on Monday. Because of this, I can no longer go for bible class. Somehow bible class was important enough in my life last year that when I lose it now, I feel that it must have happened for a reason. And everything happens for his reasons.

But still, I guess I'll do some Kindnesses. Even if they're not random. I'll do some PAKs. Planned Acts of Kindness. Starting right now.

I just asked my brother whether he wants to use my laptop. We're at grandma's. It's hellishly dull. I have slept for the past 4 hours. But! He just said no. I think it's because he's planning on how to get to a party tomorrow.

I'm going to have to find another PAK.

I just called a girl heavy. Becoming a nicer person is going to take some doing. ~_~


Oh yeah. I wrote this post by "letting my fingers go", something I've not done in quite a while. Sometime last year, it was. It felt pretty damn good.

Yeah, I also didn't hold back in basketball for the first time since I twisted my ankle last Tuesday when I played in uni. That felt pretty damn good too. I wore shoes. I hate to admit it, but shoes do help when it comes to braking and turning.

I've become lazy to explain it. The barefootedness. It's annoying now, when people ask. My answer of the moment is "Dog".