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Saturday, January 19, 2008

Why Is It My Fault?

I believe most of us asked this question before. In fact, it's inevitable that we ALWAYS have conflicting opinions with others.

There are opinions that we have tested repeatedly and finally come to conclusion with, but some Tomy-Dicky-Harry just appear and tell us, "Fuck it man, you're WRONG."

Immediately, you feel like punching that bastard in the face and say, "Fuck off."

So, when this kind of situation arises, who is at fault?

Nobody.

Our behaviours, attitudes, beliefs, norms, culture, opinions, EVERYTHING is a myriad of everything that we came across in our lives.

Some people agree with one another because they both internalised "that" into their set of morality.

But if you are to post another issue to both of them. They might end up pulling each other's hair and screaming like pussies like nobody's business.

Just imagine your worst enemy in school. You go up on stage and shout into the mic, "Fuck man, your ugly sister is a fucking cheap PROSTITUTE!"

If you are a neutral oh-so-nice person, you will be thinking that the bastard/bitch on stage is totally nonsensical and you oh-so-feel-like-punching that bloody idiot face.

If your mentality is in-line with that hero/heroine on stage, you will shout out "YEAH MAN!" because you too, think that fugly whore sister of your enemy is a fucking cheap chicken (prostitute in this context, not that delicious bird we fry at KFC).

If you are a friend of that person whom you know oh-so-well for all your life, you will feel his/her pain and you will want to go up on stage and punch that bastard/bitch's fugly bang-by-truck-and-rolled-back-twice face and scream into the mic and say "STOP THIS STIGMATISM!!!"

If you really think deep into your daily interactions with people. You'll find that people are all the "same" in a way.

Sometimes I look at everyone walking pass me in the streets, I think to myself that

We're all the same.
We're all lost.. In this world.

Edison