Thursday, March 02, 2006
Yes I know, a quick post following my earlier poem one.
I'm awfully self-centered. Selfish too. So many people dying out there. So many people starving, struggling to live, and here I am moaning about my emotional problems.
You know, one would think that I would be sufficiently mortified by knowing about the privilege of my actually living with all my basic needs met, as opposed to struggling to even find food and clean water. That I would be ashamed of my constant whining that I don't have anyone to love me when out there, people are hoping that they won't be killed by a stray shot from a gun, or get blown to pieces by a RPG (rocket propelled grenade, dummy).
Even knowing, at least intellectually, all the pains and suffering that go on out there in the wider world, I don't feel a thing.
That's right. I DON'T CARE. There, I said it. Does it lower your opinion of me?
Of course it does. How can I be so selfish? So insensitive? So unfeeling? How can I just ignore and dismiss human suffering?
But truth is, who doesn't? Yes, there are people who genuinely feel for the suffering people, and actually take proactive steps to do something, however little, to help. Good for them, and more power to them too.
But the vast majority of the developed world don't really care. Quoting something from Hotel Rwanda, most people will just view horrific news on television, then just "go on eating their dinners". It's that simple. It's so clear and simple and so utterly normal that nobody realises it anymore.
Oh not that we don't feel. Sure, sympathy and shock are inevitable. Most people throw money and goods at the problem, hoping that it'll go away, or at least, remove itself from the television screen where its taking up airtime for primetime shows.
I've reached the point that I don't even feel shock or sympathy anymore. More like antipathy. I acknowledge their suffering, then go on living my life. I know that looks awfully selfish, and I admit, it is. What can I say in defense of myself? Nothing, really. Any possible argument that I can summon would probably either be fradulent and/or a technicality that stretches the truth as far it would go.
So why bother defending myself? The people who read this blog, the regulars at least, won't bother to flame me. The people who chance on this blog might not bother. After all, I've had potentially contentious opinions on air here before. No response then. I hardly think something like this will whirl up any potential storms.
Was there really a point to my post? Not particularly. Just wanted to get some sentiments off my chest.
Oh, and regarding all that hoo-hah over inflammatory blog posts in school, I honestly think that some bloggers have no better sense than a puppy that chases its tail in circles. No offense to them, but sometimes anger is better vented in less public ways. I always found the wall and my soft toys a great way to let off steam. Just bash them against a wall. Or yourself. Knock yourself out man!
Ahem. As for people who bash other people in their blogs, I have nothing to say to them. Is there some sick pleasure in denigrating someone else to less than nothing in a public domain? Not that I'm one to say anything, since I'm denigrating ME here in this blog, and I think that's allowed. After all, I hardly think I can complain or sue myself. It's just not worth the trouble.
Getting back to the point though. I guess bashing someone in a blog is akin to bitching about them with your other people, usually friends. Except that on a blog, everybody and their dog can take a look at your rant. That's why I never bash others in my blog. So not worth it. Bashing me is my favorite past time, and what can I say, I'm morbid that way.
Nothing much more to say about the stupidity that lurks in the blogosphere though. I can be pretty dumb myself sometimes, but some people just take it to extremes. As Einstein himself said, there are two things that are infinite: the universe and stupidity, and he wasn't too sure about the former.
And I guess that's a good way to sum up this post. Bye everyone.
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I'm awfully self-centered. Selfish too. So many people dying out there. So many people starving, struggling to live, and here I am moaning about my emotional problems.
You know, one would think that I would be sufficiently mortified by knowing about the privilege of my actually living with all my basic needs met, as opposed to struggling to even find food and clean water. That I would be ashamed of my constant whining that I don't have anyone to love me when out there, people are hoping that they won't be killed by a stray shot from a gun, or get blown to pieces by a RPG (rocket propelled grenade, dummy).
Even knowing, at least intellectually, all the pains and suffering that go on out there in the wider world, I don't feel a thing.
That's right. I DON'T CARE. There, I said it. Does it lower your opinion of me?
Of course it does. How can I be so selfish? So insensitive? So unfeeling? How can I just ignore and dismiss human suffering?
But truth is, who doesn't? Yes, there are people who genuinely feel for the suffering people, and actually take proactive steps to do something, however little, to help. Good for them, and more power to them too.
But the vast majority of the developed world don't really care. Quoting something from Hotel Rwanda, most people will just view horrific news on television, then just "go on eating their dinners". It's that simple. It's so clear and simple and so utterly normal that nobody realises it anymore.
Oh not that we don't feel. Sure, sympathy and shock are inevitable. Most people throw money and goods at the problem, hoping that it'll go away, or at least, remove itself from the television screen where its taking up airtime for primetime shows.
I've reached the point that I don't even feel shock or sympathy anymore. More like antipathy. I acknowledge their suffering, then go on living my life. I know that looks awfully selfish, and I admit, it is. What can I say in defense of myself? Nothing, really. Any possible argument that I can summon would probably either be fradulent and/or a technicality that stretches the truth as far it would go.
So why bother defending myself? The people who read this blog, the regulars at least, won't bother to flame me. The people who chance on this blog might not bother. After all, I've had potentially contentious opinions on air here before. No response then. I hardly think something like this will whirl up any potential storms.
Was there really a point to my post? Not particularly. Just wanted to get some sentiments off my chest.
Oh, and regarding all that hoo-hah over inflammatory blog posts in school, I honestly think that some bloggers have no better sense than a puppy that chases its tail in circles. No offense to them, but sometimes anger is better vented in less public ways. I always found the wall and my soft toys a great way to let off steam. Just bash them against a wall. Or yourself. Knock yourself out man!
Ahem. As for people who bash other people in their blogs, I have nothing to say to them. Is there some sick pleasure in denigrating someone else to less than nothing in a public domain? Not that I'm one to say anything, since I'm denigrating ME here in this blog, and I think that's allowed. After all, I hardly think I can complain or sue myself. It's just not worth the trouble.
Getting back to the point though. I guess bashing someone in a blog is akin to bitching about them with your other people, usually friends. Except that on a blog, everybody and their dog can take a look at your rant. That's why I never bash others in my blog. So not worth it. Bashing me is my favorite past time, and what can I say, I'm morbid that way.
Nothing much more to say about the stupidity that lurks in the blogosphere though. I can be pretty dumb myself sometimes, but some people just take it to extremes. As Einstein himself said, there are two things that are infinite: the universe and stupidity, and he wasn't too sure about the former.
And I guess that's a good way to sum up this post. Bye everyone.
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