Apart from the book story, which I never read about, I want to give my own interpretation based upon the title.
I’m a person who often concern about small things. Perfectionist, you may say. I’m going 20 by September this year, and I think I’ve been frustrated about my regular life for the last six years. Is this what they called Stress Junkie?
I hate motor bikers of the city, who are too selfish to get their way on road. You can see from the picture taken inside the car. They always want to be on the first line of the traffic, but can you imagine if one of them driving so slowly? It’s damn bitchy! I often saw motor bikers hit a crossroad in front of my campus. I mean, they were just driving away when the red lights on.
As for the government’s project to build a monorail, I don’t think it will be a solution to overcome traffic jams of the city. The Trans
I have no idea where this country is taken to. More social problems were raised because of failure of National Examinations (UN/Ujian Nasional) for some high school students, Playboy magazine publication, and many more.
Air pollution and post-natural disasters seem to be far away from our sight to be concerned. What happened to the people?
Complaining all the time won’t make any different, of course. Jakarta is not New York, nor Manhattan. Just like when I'm whining my life today, won't make any different for yesterday or any better for tomorrow. I need to wake up and smell the coffee, so I won't regret someday in the future about what I did for today.