Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Let me heal you...

Unrequited love can be a 'killer'

Love Hearts
Experts say people can die from a broken heart
Lovesickness can kill and should be taken more seriously as a legitimate diagnosis, according to health experts.

Frank Tallis, a clinical psychologist in London, is among those calling for greater awareness of the "illness" in a report in The Psychologist magazine.

He said many are "destabilised by falling in love, or suffer on account of their love being unrequited" and this could lead to a suicide attempt.

Few studies deal with the "specific problem of lovesickness", he said.

Physical exhaustion

Prof Alex Gardner, a clinical psychologist in Glasgow and a member of the British Psychological Society, agreed that doctors needed to be more aware of lovesickness as a possible diagnosis.

He said: "People can die from a broken heart.

"You get into a state of despair and hopelessness."

He said as a result of love, in some people it could lead to an extreme state of physical exhaustion.

In extreme cases lovesickness could drive people to take their own life, he added.

Dr Tallis said that before the 18th Century lovesickness had been accepted as a natural state of mind for thousands of years.

He said in modern day terms the symptoms can include mania, such as an elevated mood and inflated self-esteem, or depression, revealing itself as tearfulness and insomnia.

Aspects of obsessive compulsive disorder can also be found in those experiencing lovesickness, such as preoccupation and obsessively checking for text messages and e-mails.

Friday, November 16, 2007

So I came across this article while I was reading the news...

So for those of you that don't feel like reading such a long-winded article, allow me to summarize for you.

  • Women in America do not find Asian men date-able.
  • This is the fault of modern American culture and history that have emasculated the Asian American man.
  • There are 4 options for Asian American men who suffer from datelessness
  1. Try very VERY hard and date anything that moves. Dispose of your fears of rejection, cast out any dignity you thought you had and perhaps one day, you shall find happiness.
  2. Hate everyone because you're miserable and it's all their fault.
  3. Go back to and find a wife in the old country. You know, the ones that'll marry you for a green card.
  4. Move to another country where Asian men are not perceived in the way that they are in the US.
The recommendation of the author, a strong one I might add, is to take advice #4.

Apparently, in all other parts of the world, with the exception of British settlements such as Australia and well, Britain, Asian men are seen to be the creme of the crop in terms of mates due to their ability to provide for their family.

So naturally, if you can't find a date in the contiguous United States, go abroad!

Give me a break! What kind of an ignorant fool would say something like this?

I mean, sure, it's probably true that Asian men tend to get the short end of the stick when it comes to dating in the US but does that necessarily mean that the only viable solution is EXILE?

Seems a little extreme if you ask me. Were I more of a conspiracy theorist, I'd say that this was Republican propaganda used to subtly encourage the emigration of minorities, beginning with the ones that have posed the greatest threat to their share of the economic pie.

Personally, I'm a believer of creating change in the things you see unfit. It's true, the journey may be long and arduous and the moons will be many before the image of an Asian man can be presented in America without the undertones of asexuality, but if we approach these social constraints by surrendering with our hands in the air and our asses on the asphalt then what will become of the lives of our children and grandchildren?

Even though Blacks were faced with overt racism throughout much of post-Civil War history, did they say "Let's pack this shit up and go back to Africa?" Well, some did, but not others like Martin Luther King. No, he knew that if you were a citizen of the United States, this is your country and this is where you belong. If there's a problem with your house, you have to be the one to fix it, because God knows no one else is going to do it for you. The oppression of the minority has always been a central theme of human history but the power of change, more often than not, lies within a single generation of brave souls. All it takes is for one group of people to say "I just can't take this anymore." to get the snowball rolling.

If you call yourself Asian-American then this is your country and you have a responsibility to fix what is wrong with it. You are not the subject of some illusory round table of old male WASPs meeting on capitol hill to plot your demise. You are not the helpless immigrants that your parents once were, satisfied with simply being able to etch out a living and being left alone. You are not escaping persecution and you have not been imprisoned here. You are not powerless. You are American and this is your country. Own it.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Vanilla Sky

And as I walk the streets
so littered with nothingness
beset by monolithic stories
of loss and triumph
I am canopied
by the cherry-brushed borders
of the vanilla skies
draping promises of euthanasia
mouthed by the sighs
of the steaming street-side gutters below.

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Dwindling vocabularic reservoir?

I can't help but feel that since the nascent months of my new life as a medical school slave, my rhetorical agility has deteriorated substantially.

Reminder to self. Write more. Study less.

Now that I have a more solid sense of my abilities, thanks to feedback from the first two tests, I feel as though I have a choice to make.

Do I commit myself to shooting for the top or take it easy and stay at within my comfort zone?

Normally, I'd think it quite conceited of myself to believe that the top strata of anything were within my reach. However, since we don't grade on a curve, it is possible, technically speaking, for everyone to be at the top, in which case, it'd be a plateau.

But I suppose it a futile effort to ask a question so specific to a decision so elusive in its formulation.

I imagine there will be times at which the ambitious ladder-climber within me will take rein, driving my will into the wee hours of a solitary Saturday night spent amongst lectures and lecture notes.

There will likely also be times at which the complacent joy-seeker within me demand that I heed the presence of my other needs. The needs I had before becoming committed. The ones whose moans and groans I now so often attempt to quell. The need to create, the need to wonder, the need to wander and find my way back only to get lost once more.

Sometimes I wonder when the line to greed truly begins.