Sunday, April 01, 2007

Angst

Wow. Probably not a good time to be posting, given my current annoyed, irritated, impatient, sarcastic and
touchy state of mind.

I've had it with people who feel they are superior, and are a notch above others in whatever sense, and feel
that they are entitled to flaunt this superiority. Fine, you might be above others in whatever sense, so, wow,
good for you. But you don't have to necessarily flaunt it at others' expense. The moment you decide to do so, you've dropped way down in my books pal. You call yourself a friend of someone, but just because you might be mentally faster than that someone gives you absolutely no prerogative whatsoever to make jokes or comments
and then share laughter with someone else who is 'in the know' on these 'insider jokes and comments', and laugh
at the befuddledness of this friend.

Spanks of immaturity, selfishness and a total disregard for the friend's feelings. I don't think a friend would necessarily take much joy in making you feel silly in front of others for a hoot.

And to think, this friend had previously told me how he felt that they are really close and how they are like brothers. And of his disappointment because inspite of 
helping him 
with his work, sharing his stuff with him, etc etc, when the accolades come in, that friend takes it
all instead of distributing credit where credit is due. Among other things.

Speaks volumes about one's character, regardless of intelligence, dunnit? No wonder they can shine in this particular department.

Well thats just me being super touchy, sensitive and probably there is a misunderstanding somewhere but hey, if
thats the vibe you give, thats the vibe you give, and if you reckon you don't give a flying f**k, then don't, coz neither do I.

Its amazing, the amount of adulation bestowed upon some people. There are actively good people, actively couldnt give a flying f**k people, 
and actively good people. Of 
course actively bad people should be treated as such, but in this world, as a wise man once said,
bad things happen not because of the bad people (which are balanced out by the good people), but by the couldnt'careless only-give-a-shit about myself types standing around allowing shit to happen.

Ah well.

And why do people feel compelled to talk shop all the time? For geez's sake, give it a rest, ok. Somehow, when people screw up, they alwiz feel that their particular instance is like the worst of all time and get emotional about it. And when they meet friends, all they talk about is work. Like, going for dinner? Meeting a friend (well, someone
you CALL a friend, though you met from work) there? The moment you both sit down, theres a compulsion to open
the conversation with work...dotting it here and there with bits of grandiose language about what you did and are doing. As if there is nothing else you have in common. That right there speaks volumes.

Human civilization at the end of it all inspite of what evolution and time and whatnot has tried to artificially impose on us, is still ultimately at the end of the day when all is said and done, a very base and primal society. The strong take from the weak. Might is right. The intelligent take from the not so intelligent. Someone has to stand up for those who who are in some way being trampled upon. But no1 does, no1 ever sticks their neck out so.

It is this primalness that has determined excellence and survival. Unfortunately,human society and the world values and reward intelligence + luck, not really character. Which is correct, and arguable to a certain extent, but it is unfortunate that character is 
shoved on the backburner and just paid lip service to. I reckon character is a stronger and more deserving virtue.

Intelligence + luck is something you do not earn nor deserve. You were lucky enough to be born with it. It could have happened to anyone, but in this instance, to you. Character, you weren't born with it. That is the one thing
that one can truly truly say is the product of their own creation, someone totally within their control. The attainment
of good strong character is thus much more worthy of recognition.

It is sad indeed that the one friend I truly have made at work, the one person whom I respect and like most, has
decided to carry on in greener pastures. I miss his simple ways and our simple, silly, non political conversations and jokes. Most colleagues now cease to exist as fellow humans to a certain degree, and
are just hollow empty money sluts.

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