Posts tagged with "social commentary"

"We Got Him"

I was watch­ing the news of Saddam’s cap­ture on TV, and there was one scene where US admin­is­tra­tor Paul Bremer was giv­ing a press release. As soon as he said the words, “We got him”, most of the first rows of reporters cheered. Some even stood up and raised their hands because they were so hap­py. I can’t believe that these peo­ple have the fuck­ing audac­i­ty, the utter stu­pid­i­ty, to show opin­ion on such a mat­ter. How are peo­ple sup­posed to trust the news they’re giv­en now? How do peo­ple know that for every American flag raised on TV, there isn’t one burned as well?

More Shopping With Pris, And A New Pair Of Docs

Priscilla took me shop­ping around Tsim Sai Tsui yes­ter­day with her boyfriend Thomas. I had no idea they were a cou­ple until lat­er on in the night when they slipped a kiss when they thought no one was look­ing. I was total­ly com­fort­able before I caught it hap­pen­ing, but after­wards, it was hard to not feel like a third wheel. It’s so weird that every­thing is fine before one knows, but as soon as one gets that extra bit of infor­ma­tion, every­thing turns awk­ward.

I end­ed up buy­ing a pair of Docs, which are sim­i­lar to the pair that I have now, except they’re more square at the toe and have a much thick­er sole. They’re very cozy though, even before work­ing them in. The UK stopped ship­ping Docs to Canada a few years ago, due to a cost imbal­ance, and I man­aged to get a pair before they were all gone. I did­n’t need anoth­er pair of Docs yet (I still wear the oth­er two pairs that I own), but I fig­ure that I might as well since I won’t have an oppor­tu­ni­ty to buy them any time soon.

This Is Why You Don't Know Me

I nev­er tell any­one to keep my secrets. I only tell secrets to those I trust, which hap­pens to be less than a hand­ful of peo­ple. These peo­ple know me well enough to under­stand the grav­i­ty of what I talk about and gage whether they should keep it to them­selves.

Whenever peo­ple ask that I don’t tell any­one else about what they’re about to say, I nev­er even acknowl­edge the request. For me, it’s a com­plete giv­en, some­thing that should­n’t even have to be said. I will rarely talk about any­one to any­one else, because one can nev­er be too sure about what should be kept secret. Some peo­ple find that I take this a lit­tle to the extreme, since I won’t even talk about some­thing like what some­one ordered for din­ner on the off-chance that they’re on a diet and don’t want oth­ers to know. The risk of hurt­ing some­body is nev­er worth it to me.

I think this way main­ly due to the fact that I’ve gone through a lot of pain and trou­ble, sim­ply due to some “inno­cent” gos­sip. I can’t fuck­ing stand it when peo­ple talk about things that don’t con­cern them in any way, aside from only know­ing the peo­ple involved. I espe­cial­ly can’t stand it when some­one knows that say­ing some­thing is wrong, and they go ahead and do it any­way. It’s made me a very unopen per­son to most. It’s not just the poten­tial for hurt though, there are some things that I sim­ply don’t want peo­ple to know.

But that’s anoth­er sto­ry alto­geth­er.

"Cause It Isn't Fair"

There are times when a com­mit­ment is made on good terms and the bond of such a com­mit­ment can be eas­i­ly hon­oured. However, there are cas­es when these terms become sub­ject to strains that may threat­en the rela­tion­ship on which the com­mit­ment is based. When these strains over­whelm, the bond is bro­ken.

The com­mit­ment, entan­gled with the rela­tion­ship, should be bro­ken as well.

However, this bond some­times does not end. In such cas­es, the com­mit­ment can­not be said to be hon­oured; rather, it exists out of pity. Such a motive is rarely some­thing to be desired. It is best to end such an engage­ment instead of false­ly keep­ing it alive, for com­mit­ments, much like rela­tion­ships, are par­tial­ly based on the self-inter­ests of those involved. When they are not, one per­son assumes the role of a liar.

And the oth­er is being lied to.

Scattered Veil

I’ve real­ized that I have a hard time look­ing in the eyes of peo­ple I can’t stand.

It’s as if I don’t want to be dis­hon­est to them. That no mat­ter how much I hate them, I still feel like they deserve to know the truth. At least I can be…hon­ourable about this, inde­pen­dent of how I feel about the per­son.

I hold hon­esty at a very basic lev­el of human integri­ty. I can’t believe how many peo­ple I know who pre­tend to be friends with peo­ple they can’t stand. It all seems so pho­ny, unless they’re forced to be friend­ly due to spe­cif­ic cir­cum­stances (such as being mar­ried into a new fam­i­ly, mov­ing in with unknown room­mates, etc.). Sometimes the false friend­li­ness gives peo­ple the wrong idea, and they start to hang around even more, and every­thing just gets worse.

I’m glad that I find it hard to lie to some­one, although I’m also a lit­tle scared by the fact that it’s so hard for me to hide some­thing such as this. I’ve always been a ter­ri­ble inter­preter of body lan­guage, and in turn have nev­er had much luck with hiding/manipulating my own. Of course I can hide it when I real­ly want to, but it’s a lot hard­er when I don’t give a shit about the per­son. Most peo­ple, I don’t care enough about to actu­al­ly hide any­thing.

And it shows.