Complaints- Man We're too lucky
[OMG... so many people commented on my last post! Like OMGWTFBBQ!!! I was hell touched when i read that there were 4 comments... feel so loved now. Thanks guys (Ben, Sarah &.. of course, Du)! BTW... Du, I totally ran outta ideas, and i've been thinking bout cutting my hair heaps, so decided to post somethin bout it. Haha... i guess i'm appealing to all target audience now huh? Nehooz.. thanks guys for ur support! Love ya lots! Hui Hui]
If you're reading this right now, consider yourself lucky.
If you go to school everyday, consider yourself lucky.
If you have problems with obesity, consider yourself lucky.
If you are addicted to computer games, consider yourself lucky.
If you crave certain things and eventually get them, consider yourself lucky.
Luck, luck, luck... What am I talking about? How can be reading a blog entry be lucky, how can going to school be lucky... well... it all lies in the fact that you're so lucky that you're totally blinded by its magnificence.
Today as I was walking to class, a close friend of mine was walking beside me and we were chatting about the usual things- except today, there was an emphasis on complaints on her part, where everything was boring, school was torture and that nothing was exciting enough. Maybe if you looked at it at a different angle, you shall be able to see that you don't even have the right to complain. Maybe the odd "too much homework", "stress about exams" complaints are quite all right, but whining about the world around you is simply exaggerated.
What gives you the right? You're living in a democratic country where the government won't let you die because welfare opportunities match employment opportunities; you have a comfortable bungalow where you live contently with your family, undisturbed and secured; you have the internet and probably more than one TV set at home, where half the time only one of the TV sets is used; you have ample food supply that you can even say that you're "too sick" to eat when it's offered to you... the list goes on. Obesity and annorexia -a rich man's disease- try asking a third world person if they have problems associated with "obsession with food" or "obsession with weight"; credit debt and oversized phone bills- ever see that occur in non-rich countries?; deciding what to buy at the shop, it requires too much effort to go to the shops, driving around and complaining about traffic... don't you think you're WAY TOO LUCKY to have the right to complain?
You're probably thinking by now, "Man... Hui's got problems, that's so out of context." All I have to say is, it's time that you did think about it or at least, see the light soon, after being a kid for a few more years. The world cannot be seen through such ignorant eyes, it's a choice that you'd have to make sooner or later and if you decide to stay this way... well... I would put it to as low a level as being inhumane.
Hui Hui ^^b
4 Comments:
it's not whether you have a 'right' - it's human nature. it's how we express our pain, joy, relief. ourselves. it's how we communicate.
i don't understand why something as undeniably human as voicing out our agony is considered bad when 'spreading our joy' is advocated. sure, one is much more pleasant to listen to than the other but damning or restraining someone from expressing what they feel is exactly like telling l'il boys not to cry because it's so sissy-like and then wondering why 'that bf of mine is so inhuman and insensitive! why doesn't he show any feelings for me, why doesn't he open himself up to me?!'.
look back to the cavemen days, when our ancestor slipped while chipping tools, he'd yell out in frustration. when a woman got bitten by a snake while gathering nuts and roots, she'll scream. and if somone mistook me for dinner and 'accidently' speared me instead of the antelope, i'll sure as hell cuss and curse him all the way to hell and back. then feed him to the saber-toothed tiger. =)
pain is usually exaggerated anyway - we feel that everyone should know and feel our turmoil at the time of 'suffering', for a lack of a better word. maybe if we scream that bit louder, someone will hear us. and help us. maybe if we cry a little harder, the saline will purify our mind and soul like it does to meat in the days when refrigerators were all but a drug-enhanced illusion.
and... i think i'm running out of steam right about... now. =P
what i trying to say in those 3 or so paragraphs of rambling is that... complaining about something is natural. sure we have more things and are more fortunate than others but what makes our problems so much worse than theirs? because they're ours.
and if worse comes to worse and you're irritated yourself and are not in the mood to listen or contribute to their whining, just do what i do: nod along and murmur in agreement every now and then. ;)
(if you get a broken nose, sarah is not liable to any damages for choosing to do what she said, hai?)
Haha, that's blog entry worthy !
Hui, we do live in a society of decadent lifestyles and they form part of our lifestyles. Just like sarah said, it's a form of communication to bitch and whine. I guess it's a message to not take everything for granted.
we also live in a (blog)society worthy of the blogger replying to her comments!
i demand, i demand!
=P
We should all just, you know, die
I can help you all with that
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