Saturday 14 July 2012

What I'm missing out on.....

I thought that a loose order of things used to exist and there were limits to social interaction. How wrong i was though, in the midst of my foolishness i bore witness to, in my worthless opinion an act of most horrid nature. Yet it, to the minds of the people who experienced it, quite all right. and was forgiven as nonchalantly as a master wold forgive a witless slave. All the more amusing it became as i learned that the person who committed such offence was well educated, thus one does wonder how social scenario does arise in this day and age, to old I might be in thought, and yes times have changed since, but what i saw was simply.... horrid.  Therefore I begin to question my existence, am I the only ponce who still believes in old values, or am i becoming to old for my time? Am i missing out on youth? Or maybe the idea of youth itself has changed considerably. The tempest which consumed me was not borne of impatience, no, it was borne out of sheer disbelief that such acts were seen as banter. If so, than i am in the wrong company. As liberal as i am, i do know the difference between jest and sexual harassment. I myself am not perfect, admittedly, i too succumb to vices of pleasure, yet in private, and not so boldly upon the canvas of social networks. Do i change? Join the ranks of mindless inbreeds? Or salvage some sanity, what little that remains of course. What has become of me? Riled by sudden stupidity and insolence, Must i realise that this is the world now, where everything is possible, a man who was a beggar in a village is master of a city, the man who was a master in the city lies hungry on the pavements, a man who is taught well, is the pariah , whereas the swine climb ever so prominently to the top with tales of promise yet hollow in nature. I am muhammad ariff bin mohd tuah. i have made bad choices, but i will live with them. and make good of what is to come. Life fucks me, yes... but as any student learns,the threshold of pain reminds oneself of former station and it is best not to revisit them.

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