Saturday, October 08, 2022

Get Those Fucking Shoes of the Seat!

 Using public transport tends to reveal some rudimentary moral values instilled by our families and society. E.g. as a child, it was always proper and polite to get up for the elderly or a pregnant woman and offer your seat. You would do this with a big smile, feeling good about giving back to society to fortify and support its foundation of good conduct and security. And while such an effort may be seen as very small, it adds up in the end. It is the frequency and quantity of good deed that defines the well-being of our society.


At least in public, there is this idea that modern society has progressed on all fronts. Technology has advanced and enabled us to do unbelievable things. Social stigmas have been eradicated and replaced with inclusiveness and tolerance. We're tolerant good-hearted sympathetic human beings with intentions of the betterment of mankind. Except for the technology, I'm ready to challenge that notion. Are we really that deluded? Or do we simply play along with the fairytale narrative in circulation? All it takes is to look at the fucking public transport. 


A part of my daily ritual to get to and from work is to ride the bus and train. During these commutes, I realise how far we have strayed from the fundamental moral values that were prevalent in my youth. Notably, shitty behaviour is found in youngsters. It is apparent that people love the idea of having children but can't be fucked to invest time in raising them. Their concept of parental love and guidance is implemented and showcased through buying material goods. The result is overprivileged, overindulged, supercilious, narcissistic cunts. If the offspring can't behave well at home by not respecting their own parents, why would they be respectful to people in public? Getting up for the elders or pregnant doesn't faze these cunts. They're generally too immersed in their mobile phones, blocking out the world around them to indulge in their own comfort. As an insult to injury, it's also very common to see them placing their dirty shoes on the seats opposite them. This behaviour pisses me off. On a few occasions, I have told them that their disregard and manners are unacceptable. The response has always been rude and unregretful, then followed to simply mind my own damn business. This is where we are heading, a society of egocentrism and narcissism. 


People, if you aren't up to the task of raising your kids, then get a colour television.

Wednesday, July 20, 2022

The Immutable Change

 As you get older, your circle of friends and confidants shrink drastically. People say: "we grow apart". A diplomatic statement to cover up the ugly truth of our increased self-awareness and selfishness that comes with age. Once we realise that the friend can no longer provide for our long-term needs, be it emotional, financial, or intellectual, that person is discarded. You could argue that this is a crude oversimplification and that more factors are involved, but be honest. We are self-serving cunts. Nobody loves you more than you love you. With that said, there are exceptions. There are people whose presence in our lives is a constant. They are with you through the good and ugly, always ready to catch you if you fall, listen, and tell you the truth.


Recently I lost someone very dear to me. If only the cause had been death, I would have been able to process the loss and tell myself that is the way of things. However, in this case, it resulted from engineered, twisted mindfuckery and puppeteering by a third party. Many nights have I lay awake, staring idly into the darkness, pondering how and why things crumbled to this state and ways to remedy it. Unfortunately, there is no going back. The pillar in my life cracked, and with it, my core, my foundation.


To presume that certain things can't change has proven to be a fallacy. While certain things in life may be sacred to you, others could very well disagree with your point of view in silence. You may realise that your pillar no longer has any need of you. Those long-term needs... well, they're provided by someone else.