'The only drug in life is life'..but I say adrenaline

Okay, okay. For those who know your stuff, adrenaline is a hormone but acts to enhance the sympathetic response, so I thought it'd be okay to classify it as a drug. Some people actually inject it and use it as a drug don't they? Hm..

Anyways, back to routine and to the topic. They always say, life is too short to drink bad wine, have bad sex, and have evil friends around you. I say, life is too short for sorrows, misery and regrets. Whatever the hell is, no matter how shitty you feel, how pressurise you are (think about a pressure cooker la, what you're feeling is nothing compared to being in a cooker..), how sucky life seems, there's always a silver lining; always something to hope for; a positive side to everything.

The gay guy I work with, Brett, has his own motto- The only drug in life is life. I ask him in awe how he manages to go through a long day and still remains as energetic as possible, he simply replies, 'Well, the only drug in life is life. You know, life is short and even if I don't feel that way inside, I always show that I'm happy on the outside. So you'll seldom see me with a frown.' But I really have no idea how or where he gets his all-time-high from. He assures me he doesn't do drugs.

It's quite nice working with someone who belongs to a group (homosexuals) who people have talked about, maybe disdained and ridiculed. But my original perception of them still stands: they're great people who are where they are because they don't have a choice. It's in them right from the beginning. And they know it, are proud of it, love it and that's what that makes them special. Like Brett may be bizarre at times: wanting to perform his drag in the department, or always wanting to do a lil jig and belt out tunes, but he's a great work mate: perving at other male colleagues (young blonde Harry down at menswears), keeping a watch out for hot customers, and discussing their physique with me. I usually end up in fits of laughter. I seemingly cannot understand him, but he's great fun.

Here's a snippet of our conversation yesterday:

A customer buys a luggage and walks out of the department. Brett gazes in his direction and looks until he disappears.

Me: You were checking out his arse eh?
Brett (looks and smiles): And how would you know?
Me: Hm..I just do because other girls check out arses too.
Brett: Yeah.

I cannot remember what he said next but after that, he kept on pointing out to me that guys he thought were cute. So there. All in a day's of work.