Lemmings

When I was a student in junior high, we read this book on Lemmings for English. We did some pretty weird stuff actually in that class. I remember spending a few weeks analysing the lyrics of the song "You've Got a Friend". I was always a space cadet in school so I don't remember much about that book except that I found, and still do, lemmings fascinating. Why do they all throw themselves over the cliff? Presumably lemming mothers never had to say "So if your friend jumps into the lake...." (You know the rest, we've all heard it) .

I find myself in a quandary. I was a lemming, did well in school, followed everyone "overseas", joined the rat race, went on the lookout for perfect soul mate in cool watering holes of KL...but I stopped and decided to go against the lemming flow, and haul my rebelious lemming self to a country halfway round the world. I have what some would say regressed, stepped off the carreer ladder. I am in *shriek* academia. I sometimes think that I made the best decision of my life. I sometimes feel like turning back and just going with the flow. Do the easy thing. I know that I am very lucky, able to experience the experiences of several lives and lifetimes even. But sometimes I feel so lost.

On a lighter note, on the programme Top Gear recently, Jeremy Clarkeson talked about this irritating graffiti on a huge wall along the M40, which many many commuters pass every morning. It reads "Why do you do this?". His co-host then added that written on a bridge located along that same motorway, the word "Lemmings".