Friday, September 29, 2006

a rusted reflection

Ode to all the crappy sh** about anger management and counting to ten before erupting like a Vessuvius in his better days.
Humans are faulty computers. They watch films and think that everything else works like those 120mins. They expect romatic love stories with a good dose of happy ending for instance. And then, shock of the shocks, someone gets very sick, or someother gets a bit edgy, and all the romatic happy ending goes up in smoke taking with it the love story as well. We are growing our children in all this unfortunately. Everyone is trying to make his/her life as similar as possible to that perfect fairytale, keeping all the anger and fear and hatred and hurt inside, and then we all look surprised when out comes the paper attatched to a divorce lawyer, full of tiny bullets, and a straight line with "please sign here" at the very very bottom.
We, in turn, were grown in a world were everyone thinks only about himself, his needs and his interests. We rarely stop to think what is best for someone else, or to understand someone else's point of view. And if by any genetic error we actually do..then someone else crops up telling us we're softy idiots.
It is a vicious circle. I don't do it, so you don't do it, so he doesn't do and so on. Why should I do it if no one else bothered? And all our values down the drain. I'm not innocent either. I'm as guilty as everyone else. Nowaday we all sit at our computers, staring at that blank screen for hours on end; to think that everything we are actually interacting with is a set of 1s and 0s. And there is a person sitting at the other computer, or cooking downstairs, or watching tv in the other room, and it never crosses our minds to go over and simply be in the room with them. Sure, there's plenty of time to do that, we can do it some other day, yeah right, on the 12th of never.