Key Performance Indicators is a termed used in sales and other business to measure your performance. It’s a bit a scary how seriously people take them. I have seen a business I worked for think that every part of my job was measurable, track-able and achievable, they fact that they thought that they could measure something lead them to believe that it should be achievable. Scary stuff. I have recruiters use KPI’s to gauge how well people are going in their career, stating that if they weren’t plotted against their KPI’s they there were ineffective in their job as they hadn’t reached a promotion in under 2 years.
Girls seem to be especially vulnerable to this kind of thinking, they get the good marks, to get to uni, compete like crazy at uni to make the honors program, followed by master and maybe even a PHD, they get the job, and the boy friend, and the committed relationship and the house and the car and the kids by the right age, and a partner who earns enough so she can give up working and stay at home with the kids, and then the good schools so they can do well and get into a good uni, to do well, and the cycle continues.
And heaven forbid if you get off track, I have seen meltdowns by girls who haven’t met someone by 25 because that means they can’t be married by 27 and kids won’t be happening by 29. I lived with a friend who hit a major depression for a year because she was off track. And then a year later she said yes to a guy who asked her to marry him after 6 weeks! Needless to say her intense nature made her hard to live with and we are no longer friends.
Single guy wrote a funny version of what I think the gay KPI’s are. It went along these lines, you go to uni to get a good corporate job so you can work in a gay city like Sydney and the live the dream gay life, you then move the a gay area like Potts Point, and get your own place and join a gay gym like Fitness First. Then use the gym to find fucks and dates and fuck like crazy at your own apartment, using the gym to form a gay friendship group that support you while you have non attached sex for at least 5 years until you are all fucked out and then you try to find a guy who you can stand and try and settle down with him. You then move to the North Shore, which is less gay but still trendy and nice, and reduce the temptation of cheating that comes from living in the gay ghetto, but live in a prissy suburban gay suburb a bit like the step ford wives or the street from Desperate House Wives. It’s a bit scary when you can plot yourself against a gay stereo type, and here I was thinking I was unique.
yeh u try not to think of it too much coz once u do u realize more and more that u are just a rat in a wheel running and running until the day u drop dead from a heart attack and then one day the sun will explode and nothing we have ever done will have counted for anything anyways.
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