Unravelling

The bricks had started to crumble on the 7th of July.
It's the 4th of August today, and the debris has lain on the ground while everyone else chooses to be a spectator while we try to figure out who should start patching the wreck.
The perpetrator tries to hide behind the veil of sympathy and victimization while another hypocrite instigates the flames of dissent and allows her own resentment manifest itself onto another.
Why do I even allow myself to get infuriated?
Why do I even care?
My show of concern and enthusiasm has been misinterpreted as "Envy" and "Over-Excitement".

So my intentions were purely selfish and my actions were the means to fulfill a personal agenda which I'm still curious to know?
Seriously?!

en·vy/ˈenvē/

Noun: A feeling of discontented or resentful longing aroused by someone else's possessions, qualities, or luck

Possessions? Let 's see, you know less about money than I do, otherwise you wouldn't be struggling in that dead-end job. period.

Qualities? You have a degree and so do I but I reckon my school is more prestigious than yours. Back to the former point where in spite of your qualifications, you chose the easy way out. Envy? You mean contempt. Contempt for people who do not try and who live in their bubble of contentment and fear. People who choose to transit through life without a fight.
We can confidently conclude that you're severely lacking in the cerebral department.
Your looks? Yes, you're tall, neither am I short. You're slim, so am I. You have nice facial features, but I put in more effort than you to enhance my looks. Seriously, you can't dress-up to save your life.
It's a consensus.
Your voice, you mean croak. Enough said.
Your heart of gold? *laugh* you diss others who have no ill-intention towards you and you allow your own selfish demons to control you without sparing the thought of your other half.
Every time you have a "relapse" you push him away and doubt him and you go running to A for help.
EACH TIME.
He's one of the nicest guys I know and it's evident because his whole family is so open and warm. It is in their nature and yet you took it for granted and push your luck. And there's no way that he can fight back because this is how he is. He is always the nice guy. That good-natured heart is starting to get tainted and abused.

Luck?
I agree, you are lucky. Lucky that you have a friend like A to watch out for you, to be a confidant to your mess-up life. To introduce you his best friend to have a happy sane family together. EACH TIME, you get into trouble, you turn to him and he's always there to listen. Of course I'm envious. Because A chooses his friends carefully. Any girl is lucky to be his best friend's wife.
That's what got me furious.
How can you not cherish the people close to you and who genuinely want you both to be happy.
Why do I even care?
A never lost his temper at his best friend, no matter what. He may lose his temper with me or his family but he will never do it to his buddy.
He may nag, he may gripe, but he will always smile and always give his all for his friends.
This is the first time, I ever saw him so angry and hurt by his friend.

Why am I so happy for his best friend's big day?
It's not a posh hotel, there's no caviar or shark's fin or bubbly, I'm not even the bridesmaid or best-man (duh).
Why? Because I know how tumultuous it has been for the 2 of you, everyone knows it wasn't an easy journey. And to come full-circle and finally take the bold step to the next stage in life, it's a moment that's worth celebrating and genuinely be glad for. His best friend is like the brother that A never had.
How joyous it was at his house on the big day.
How painful it was at the hospital.

You probably don't know this but we were pretty into how i met your mother.
There was a scene when Lily and Marshall envisioned how their group of friends will grow old together, sitting at the porch in their rocking chairs with a head of silver hair.
That was what we all envisioned when we encouraged everyone to get a place in Punggol.
So that we can grow old together as friends and neighbours.


But there is no point in that now is there?

P.S. The above is based on Yuxiang's "explaination" on how the mess started. However, he insisted that no one else should know about this while he pretended all is fine and dandy. How gravely he has underestimated Aloysius.