Devolution

9/26/11
8:32 pm

So I probably don't have school tomorrow, which would normally be such fantastic news, but not this time, because shit is getting nearer. Anyways, it's cold, which is very lovely, but quite melancholy in feeling, although I'm totally fine with that, and I actually feel inspired to write. Finally, after all this time, I am back.

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Tonight's topic has already been discussed before, but I feel that it was too messy, unorganized, and angsty, and so I decided to talk about it again, but maybe with more depth, more detail. Think of it as Jesus coming back, but this time he talks about stuff he forgot to mention the first before, or maybe while he was up in heaven, he realized he missed a point, so he's here to revise, to make things clearer, but I'm not Jesus. I don't work miracles, and I'm not my own son... nor am I my own father.

Don't worry, my religious friends, -- or readers, rather, because I don't think you people like me personally, -- there will be no mention of religion tonight... or at least not much mention of it. If you've been reading my blog for some time now, you should know very well that I'm like, obsessed with religion.

So let's do something fun for a change. I'll make a short poem here, and from that poem you try to guess what the topic for tonight will be. I'm not going to tell you not to cheat though, because regardless of whether or not I'd want you to cheat, you probably still would or would not. It's like being asked a true-or-false-question that you do not know the answer to. I mean, wanting to get it right is not going affect your chances of getting right, but anyways, here's the poem:

Your hands on your ears
Anger is squeezing too tight
A horse, your pride is your rider
Blinders hindering your sight

Your head hits the clouds
Your hair tickles your father's feet
He slaps you back down to earth
With the rolls of cash he got from the church

Hate breeds hate
From the little beatings each day
And when he comes of age
Resurrect all this rage

So I'm wondering now... what the hell is my topic for tonight? I mean, I know what I want to talk about, but there's kind of more than one, and I'm trying to find a word that both topics could be grouped under. Maybe I could just put it as simply as this: my topic for tonight is age, but not limited to just age. I want to talk about respect, ego, and closed-mindedness, but I guess that could all be grouped under the topic, age. Just like my older post, The Arrogance in Age, I will be talking about aged people.


So first off the list would be:
Respect

What is respect?
I am very infamous for being a disrespectful kid, and I understand completely why people would think of me that way, but what they don't understand is that I'm not doing this shit on purpose. It's not as if I like coming off as an asshole, but that's just how I am. You see, what people want is absolute, unconditional, unquestionable respect for both the elders and the authorities, while what I want is equality.
Why is it that a kid shouldn't answer back to his parents when he has an opinion? This little bitch needs to be heard out, because he has a right to his own opinion, and his parents would be anuses of the highest caliber to not let him speak it out. Why is it that a student can't speak against the teachings of his teachers? Is it so that a student will always be wrong in front of a teacher? Is it so that a child will always be wrong in front of a parent, an aunt or uncle, and anyone at all who is older? If you say yes, then please jump off a bridge. Do the world a favor and jump off a bridge.

Now you'll probably tell me that of course anyone can speak his own mind again a parent, a teacher, an elder or someone of a higher authority, but they'll need to do it in a respectful manner. Well, tell me, what is a respectful manner? In a soft tone? What if your voice is unintentionally and unconsciously loud and you always sound as if though you're mad? But okay, let's say I tell a teacher that she's wrong while I smile and talk in a polite manner, shit still isn't going to change. She'll still label me disrespectful, and don't say that she wouldn't because this shit has been going on for about 3 years now!

So what do I consider as respect? It's simple. Honest intentions that don't wish to offend. So if we're in an argument, and I call you a piece of shit, I still respect you. If I didn't respect you, then I wouldn't even be in an argument with you, because I find it hopeless and pointless to reason with fools, and I respect everyone, who I find wise, or at least just not stupid. I don't think using words such as "po", "opo", "ate", or "kuya" will automatically make you a respectful person. Those are words and words are light. I could tell a teacher, "Ang gwapo mo po ngayon," then flip him off the moment he looks away, and I consider that disrespectful.

I don't crave respect. I don't need respect. I'm not obliged to respect anyone, and nobody is obliged to respect me as well, although I respect quite a lot of people. It's not really respect I want, it's equality. If we're obliged to respect elders and authorities, why not just respect everyone? And if you don't respect everyone, then why not just respect no one?

On to the next topic,
Closed-mindedness

I don't really know if closed-mindedness is the right word to use, but I'm going to use it anyways. So what exactly do I mean by closed-mindedness? Well, I simply mean the opposite of being open-minded.
If you're closed-minded, then you accept no other view besides your own. You are stubborn, not noble, just plain stubborn.

Most adults are closed-minded, and it's surely the age getting to them, but here's some news flash, people, just because you've been alive for more years doesn't mean that you're wiser. Of course not! Times change. What could've been right or acceptable then, could be outrageously frowned upon now. It's not just in wisdom too, but also in intellect. Let's say you slack off in school, so you barely learn any of the formulas in Physics, then you grow up and have a son, who loves studying Physics. Do you think you'll know more than him just because you're older?

You see, here's the thing that's going on, which is why adults always seem to be so closed-minded. An adult would crave so much respect, absolute and unquestionable respect, and together with his close-mindedness, he would always be obeyed in the family. His wrongs would turn right, all because he's head of the house. He is irrational, selfish and self-righteous, and everything would go by his word, so his children, with their minds and opinions being oppressed, will wait for the day that they would be the ones in power. They'll hold in their thoughts and feelings until they could be the ones in control, but as time passes by, these vibes they keep inside them rot and turn bitter. So then that kid grow up to be just like his narrow-minded parent, and the cycle continues. You step on your kids' balls, then that kid's mind grows inside as he ages and with all that oppression he steps on his kid's balls in turn to feel the power and freedom they never felt.

Last topic,
Ego

The main reason for the lust for respect and for the closed-mindedness: ego. I guess that the case is for most people that they think they're so much better than everyone below them, either by age or by authority, which is why they are able to crave respect and feel that they need not give respect in return, and that they are able to remain so closed-minded.

So all we need really is a little humility. There will be times that you will be wrong, and there will be times that you would be right, so you should know how to act accordingly. A wrong, no matter how much bullshit can be made out of it, will always be a wrong. Be humble and accept that there are things you don't know (like maybe how the universe and human beings came to be and what happens when we die) and accept that you will make mistakes. Admit that there are people who are wiser than you, regardless of their age or position of authority.

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So that's it for tonight.
Good night, people.