I'm trying to be okay with it. Afterall, I'm in for the long haul. It's what I kept telling myself. Trying to be okay, and being okay are obviously two different train of thoughts as I've realised. Few things you can't hold on too tightly to, it'll slip away no matter how hard you try to make it work. This is one of them. It doesn't matter that you're the first person who notice the problem and try to solve it. Sometimes people just like to compare and chase after a good bargain. Times like this, they need to be reminded how did we even get there in the first place. Who raised the issue? Who provided the solution? Who did all the paperwork and legwork? Who can claim the nuts out of your policy? Who has the skillset and strategy? Well, not the agent who hasn't contacted you in years and didn't even look through your policies to check what you need. You definitely don't give business to this agent, for goodness sake. Why is that not obvious?
Well, because people are emotional buyers, and shortsighted. You can't be a planner and have a small eye view. You can however, be a buyer who is short sighted, emotional and often seeking the best buys. You can be this buyer but you won't make a wise buyer. A wise buyer knows he's not the expert and he outsources part of his planning to a trusted agent. He uses his time to do other things, because he can.
In other news. I learnt new things about a guy at work that has always been a little cold and overly reserve to me. I thought there were moments he can be quite endearing and sweet but I don't think that way of him now. Turns out he's copying other people's ideas and hard work, passing them off as his own. He's been cosying up to certain people at work all of a sudden. Think I know what this guy is up to.
To balance up the lousy day, I received an emotional text reply from a long lost buddy (not Vinz; sometimes I wonder if he can ever forgive me) who opened up to me and finally initiated a meet up! God knows how long I've been waiting for him to reach out. It's been five years and I was losing hope it was ever gonna happen. I don't even know what to call it, the thing that happened between us. Was it misunderstanding? Bad blood? Cold war? Silent treatment? What, exactly? Whatever it is that's supposed to be called, it made us miserable. And things are about to change after he returns from his honeymoon. At least that's what I hope.
I probably sound quite cryptic tonight but it's not meant to be. I don't really have the mental capacity and strength to rehash my mostly horrible but somewhat interesting day.
And in case you're wondering, Nick has been my wonderful listening ear and indeflatable punching bag. Okay, mostly punching bag.
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