Tuesday, May 04, 2004
I'm in front of my computer peering at the text on the screen and realising there are ideas ricocheting off the walls of my skull and suddenly it hits me that it's not the ideas but the massive headache that results when you have the sudden idea that your idea is not worth publishing.
Another friend of mine first started this trend. What trend, you may ask? You're trying to say you have no idea what the hell I've been saying and therefore are accusing me of a general linguistic disability? Why can't it be YOU with the disability? Why is it that when you can't hear something it's never because your ears are faulty but because he's talking too soft? Why is it that when the machine restarts it's never because you were, dead serious, keeping too many apps open at the same tiem but always because "stupid machine can't take the piss, can't handle the workload?"
Why do we Malaysians blame every single object capable of respiration within a fifty metre radius for our own mistakes?
Whether it IS our own mistake or not is irrelevant and beyond the point. The Malaysian psyche is that if it was my fault then I'm faulty and should NEVER engage in such activities again. Of course, and you can add "duh" where appropriate just for the nice ring it gives to weighty entries, you DO want to engage in such activities again.
Therefore, you blame something else.
Then you obtain peace of mind that the buck has been passed, the electron has been delocalized, the ball is in the li'l incompetent bugger's court. Then you carry on with whatever you screwed up, knowing fully well that the odds of someone else screwing up are too high for you to realistically consider blaming yourself.
Sometimes, it's simply because we are sentient beings and have a prickly conscience that we start pointing fingers.
Who doesn't want to feel the sudden swollen pride in being able to be "man enough to take the blame"? Simply because we are human and value the worth of our humanity and know OTHERS are valuing the worth of your humanity too, we realise we must NEVER be at fault. If we are ever at fault, we will lose our freedom to do the things we love so dearly SIMPLY BECAUSE OUR CONSCIENCE tells us that we're not competent to do it.
And if there were so many people out there in the world giving in to their conscience (is that word plural or singular here?), then - ominous moment alert - THERE WOULD BE NO PROGRESS. There would be NO EARTH AS WE KNOW IT, people doggedly sticking to the tasks that enthralls them or championing the cause they believe in or climbing the career ladder they yearn for.
Simply put - if we were always to succumb to social pressure and put the blame on ourselves and hold ourselves responsible for practically everything except for our own inauspicious birth, we would have too many ghosts to exorcise. We would have so many caveats and pockmarks to fill or (in most cases) hide we would never have breathing room to focus on the virtues we ALREADY have and how we could exercise them for the benefit of all humanity.
But then, isn't realising and amending your mistakes a prerequisite, if not a synonym, for progress?
Damn. I'm confused.
You inept excuse of a primate. You can't think. It's YOUR fault. Maybe you should just stop thinking.
Yeah, right.
Someone, anyone help me out on this or I'll blame everyone for no one's business.
Another friend of mine first started this trend. What trend, you may ask? You're trying to say you have no idea what the hell I've been saying and therefore are accusing me of a general linguistic disability? Why can't it be YOU with the disability? Why is it that when you can't hear something it's never because your ears are faulty but because he's talking too soft? Why is it that when the machine restarts it's never because you were, dead serious, keeping too many apps open at the same tiem but always because "stupid machine can't take the piss, can't handle the workload?"
Why do we Malaysians blame every single object capable of respiration within a fifty metre radius for our own mistakes?
Whether it IS our own mistake or not is irrelevant and beyond the point. The Malaysian psyche is that if it was my fault then I'm faulty and should NEVER engage in such activities again. Of course, and you can add "duh" where appropriate just for the nice ring it gives to weighty entries, you DO want to engage in such activities again.
Therefore, you blame something else.
Then you obtain peace of mind that the buck has been passed, the electron has been delocalized, the ball is in the li'l incompetent bugger's court. Then you carry on with whatever you screwed up, knowing fully well that the odds of someone else screwing up are too high for you to realistically consider blaming yourself.
Sometimes, it's simply because we are sentient beings and have a prickly conscience that we start pointing fingers.
Who doesn't want to feel the sudden swollen pride in being able to be "man enough to take the blame"? Simply because we are human and value the worth of our humanity and know OTHERS are valuing the worth of your humanity too, we realise we must NEVER be at fault. If we are ever at fault, we will lose our freedom to do the things we love so dearly SIMPLY BECAUSE OUR CONSCIENCE tells us that we're not competent to do it.
And if there were so many people out there in the world giving in to their conscience (is that word plural or singular here?), then - ominous moment alert - THERE WOULD BE NO PROGRESS. There would be NO EARTH AS WE KNOW IT, people doggedly sticking to the tasks that enthralls them or championing the cause they believe in or climbing the career ladder they yearn for.
Simply put - if we were always to succumb to social pressure and put the blame on ourselves and hold ourselves responsible for practically everything except for our own inauspicious birth, we would have too many ghosts to exorcise. We would have so many caveats and pockmarks to fill or (in most cases) hide we would never have breathing room to focus on the virtues we ALREADY have and how we could exercise them for the benefit of all humanity.
But then, isn't realising and amending your mistakes a prerequisite, if not a synonym, for progress?
Damn. I'm confused.
You inept excuse of a primate. You can't think. It's YOUR fault. Maybe you should just stop thinking.
Yeah, right.
Someone, anyone help me out on this or I'll blame everyone for no one's business.
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