Workaholic or Plain Life?

  Yesterday I learned a lesson which I ought to have learned three weeks ago. I have learned that job and social life are two totally different matters. That money and pals are two totally different assets of one's life, with the latter being invaluable. One can use money to buy friends, but the friendship will never last long. Selling friends for money is also an option, but who could bring himself(or even herself) to do that? It is the one of the biggest sins we can ever imagine. Apart from the internet, there is another root of evil in this world that can destroy Man's emotions and personalities, or simply mutate them. This root of evil is pretty obvious to me, although it may not be to some: Overworking.

  I am so glad I have friends. I am so glad I am self-aware of my own health and fitness. I am so glad I am one of those into sports like basketball and occasionally swimming. I am so NOT glad that I saw one of the most horrible image in my life: An UNDEAD co-worker. Pale and oily was her face, oddly misshapen in the impact of working too much without friends to socialize with. I shall not go too much into details, for I don't want to say too much about this person's looks. The only good thing that's ever happened to her is that she received much better pay than me for working so much as 6-days-a-week full-time shifts with rests barely two hours. Indeed am I relieved that the customers are not terrified by her, because of her act-cute tactics, although I hardly see any recognizable success in them. The customers that day were really nice people, so lucky that she didn't get any assholes who love criticizing people(Jacky, for instance) for customers. Well, I doubt Jacky even have enough money to feed himself in a fancy a-la-carte restaurant since he always relies on his dad's low income and prefers to waste his extra time playing basketball than finding a job.

  Friends are the fundamentals in one's life. And I mean GOOD friends at that. Be it newly-made friends, or childhood friends, or school colleagues. No point befriending people and then leaving them for dead in the next minute. 'Easy come, easy go' friends have never worked out before. I experienced loneliness a few times some time ago, and I understand the pain in it. No one knowing how to chat with you... Nothing to chat about... Nothing mutual to chat about... That time was because I had left myself out of the horde rather than them leaving me out(Maybe the Jacky case is a huge exception). Well... Now I have great friends to play basketball with from secondary school, and some awesome cronies from primary school, and now I should prepare for the next step in my academic life. Who knows what kind of people I might meet? Maybe they are great swimmers who can dive and swim underwater very quickly and hold their breath very long and able to challenge me? I am not trying to boast here, but I have never raced anyone in a competitive swim before, other than my brothers. Maybe they can play basketball as well as The Emotionless Commando? Maybe the new people I met are those whom I can joke around with, without losing their temper as quickly as The Depressed Guy. :P

  Looking back in my past, I do suppose I was quite the workaholic because of the GCE 'O' Levels. My pale face was ever so pale. My eyelids resemble those of the cute, furry and unstoppable PANDAS. I fell sick very quickly. I overeat way too much, and yet I couldn't grow some fats. I ate too many unhealthy and uncool stuff. I couldn't do anymore somersaults, and my barrel-rolls too longer than 2 seconds. BUT that was the past. I do understand the pain and discomfort of being a workaholic. However, I have yet to invent the definition behind this word "Exhaustion"...