Thursday, February 26, 2009

Stand in the rain

She never slows down.
She doesn't know why
but she knows that when she's all alone,
feels like its all coming down
She won't turn around
The shadows are long and she fears
if she cries that first tear,
the tears will not stop raining down

So stand in the rain
Stand your ground
Stand up when it's all crashing down
You stand through the pain
You won't drown
And one day, whats lost can be found
You stand in the rain

She won't make a sound
Alone in this fight with herself
and the fears whispering
if she stands she'll fall down
She wants to be found
The only way out
is through everything she's running from
wants to give up and lie down.

So stand in the rain
Stand your ground
Stand up when it's all crashing down
You stand through the pain
You won't drown
And one day, whats lost can be found
You stand in the rain
So stand in the rain

Stand your ground
Stand up when it's all crashing down
Stand through the pain
You won't drown
And one day, whats lost can be found

So stand in the rain
Stand your ground
Stand up when it's all crashing down
You stand through the pain
You won't drown
And one day, whats lost can be found
You stand in the rain

-Superchick

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

The Profound Art of Thinking of What to Say

I guess it all has to do with experience -

That is, to know what to say, and what to do, in a social situation.

A lot of people have a variety of social experiences to draw their social repertoire from. Also from very early on in their life (almost from their birth), they have had the chance to observe and model / copy others in how to behave socially (and the social 'encouragement' to do so). I guess this is also the way in which 'culture' in general is passed on, rather 'effortlessly' and 'naturally', between generations.

In my view the following is how people 'think of what to say' in a social situation: They make extremely fast, 'calculations' if one may put it, in their subconscious of what to say. That is, what is appropriate to say, given the setting, the other person(s), the relationship, the context. This is done very fast with minimal 'conscious' thinking involved. Given the above variables, one's mindset, one's grasp of language, and in some respects, one's intention... words come out conjured and weaved together effortlessly and naturally. Language truly is a wondrous thing indeed, and a very intrinsic human faculty.

Like everything else in life, the degree of such 'automation' I guess corresponds to the degree of skill and experience. When we first learn to do a new activity - be it learning to bike, to swim, to play tennis, whatever - we initially have to think very consciously about every little movement we make, every little thing to do, what to do next, whether we did it correctly... and so on. But as we learn, certain things are 'grasped', and are relegated to automation. My guess is social skills and "knowing what to say" work much the same way.

Oh yes, and how could I forget creativity. To 'think of what to say' in the very short time we have in a conversation (down there in the millisecond range), we must have very good creativity. Sure, previous experience helps us immensely in preparing us with certain stereotyped responses, (and more generally in the 'ways' to respond / say things) but that cannot discount the huge role of creativity.

To 'conjure up', out of... 'nothing', something that is relevant, appropriate and 'interesting' - how can things get more creative than that? Yet this is what one must do in any conversation. To have a mind that can search through the recesses of one's memory and experience extremely quickly, and synthesise the right thing to say - in milliseconds. I mean, it pretty much has to be 'automatic'. And yes, I daresay, like riding a bike, reading a book - this is indeed a skill. One has to be creative to have a conversation.

And yes... this all reminds me of how human intelligence, and language for that matter, evolved in the first place: For social purposes. For as you can see, language and creativity are absolutely integral in developing human social relations, with all its complexity.

No. Sadly, human intelligence didn't evolve to make us better tool-users and wield technology. These were merely 'side-effects'. Nor was it evolved for 'academic' learning. This was a side-effect too. It evolved to... so-called 'enrich' our social interactions. Just as the peacock gradually evolved its marvellous tail to 'look nice' to females, humans gradually evolved 'intelligence' to embellish and decorate their social interactions; including language and creativity. Of course, it has had immense side-effects; but alas, to this day, such things remain as side-effects to the grand social theme.

Friday, February 20, 2009

I'D RATHER BE ANTISOCIAL.

I always wondered what MADE people antisocial.
I know now.
It's that very society.
Really - society doesn't present itself as worthy of my attention any more.
I can't believe I've been trying so hard to become social in a society that doesn't deserve it.
What a waste of time.
I'm just gonna be myself and walk my solitary road. I DON'T CARE ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE.

I've lost faith in humanity.
They're boring. They're dumb. They're stupid.
They conform so much. It's all their wee wee story.
If you weren't there from the beginning IT IS ALL !@$!$! IRRELEVANT TO YOU.

I just don't care any more.
I really, really don't.

Conform or get lost.
Be normal or get lost.

...
FINE I WILL GET LOST. YOU GET OUT OF MY SIGHT TOO.

I hate society. From the depths of my heart. I hate people. I really, really, really, do. They're just trivial, meaningless, pointless creatures that don't deserve anything. I sincerely hate humanity.

I hate them. I hate them all. They just are not worthy of my attention. good-bye. Irrelevancies.

Really. I can't be bothered trying any more. It's pointless. I'm just gonna be my "antisocial" self.
There is no point trying. It's a goal certainly not worthy of pursuing. Society is just pointless.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Always be yourself

Always be yourself

Because the people who mind don't matter

And the people that matter, don't mind.

I bet no one understands me.

I know

That it is really hard,

really, really, hard

For socially well-adjusted people

To understand someone like me.

They just don't know what to do with someone like me.

I am just too weird.

Just too different.

They pity me

Like an object

And move on.

I am not a person

To whom

one can have a chat with

A simple conversation

About

The going ons in one's life.

I am ... just not that sort of guy

They deal with me "officially"...

then move on.

You cannot

Have

personal

relations with me

Something

Is deeply wrong with me.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Pokemon theme music - surprisingly inspirational

It's been over 10 years since I first heard the Pokemon theme music.

Yet, I have only recently realised that the lyrics are surprisingly inspirational and very motivational. Perhaps this is why it became so popular in the first place - it really gives people, including children, courage, confidence and the meaning of friendship.

Even as 'adults', if you take all the Pokemon references metaphorically, or allegorically, where "Pokemon" symbolises something, or someone important, valuable in your life - then bam, here's an amazing, inspirational song for you - brutally frank and sincere unlike many songs out there.

I wanna be the very best
Like no one ever was
To catch them is my real test
To train them is my cause
I will travel across the land
Searching far and wide
Teach Pokemon to understand
The power that's inside

Pokemon!Gotta catch 'em all--
It's you and me
I know it's my destiny
Pokemon!
Ooooh, you're my best friend
In a world we must defend
Pokemon!Gotta catch 'em all--
Our hearts so true
Our courage will pull us through
You teach me and I'll teach you
Pokemon!Gotta catch 'em all!
Gotta catch 'em all!
Yeeaa.

Every challenge along the way
With courage I can face
I will battle everyday
To claim my rightful place
Come with me the time is right
There's no better team
Arm in arm we'll win the fight
It's always been our dream

Pokemon!Gotta catch 'em all--
It's you and me
I know it's my destiny
Pokemon!
Ooooh, you're my best friend
In a world we must defend
Pokemon!Gotta catch 'em all--

Our hearts so true
Our courage will pull us through
You teach me and I'll teach you
Pokemon!Gotta catch 'em all!

Gotta catch 'em all!
Gotta catch 'em all!
Gotta catch 'em all!
Gotta catch 'em all!
Yeeeaa!

Friday, February 06, 2009

Why do you look at the stars?

A story I wrote last year.

* * *
"Why do you look at the stars," he asked.

"Do they feed you,
do they clothe you,
do they protect you?"

"No."

"Then why do you bother?
It's pointless. Do something more useful."

Ka'shir returned his gaze.
"But they do offer me...," he lowered his voice, searching for a word - "... something."

Bash'ir remained silent; yet a hint of a smirk began to crawl across his face.

"Like what?"

Ka'shir lowered his gaze, and stared into the fire before him.

"I mean come on."
Bash'ir said, trying his best to hide the demanding tone.

"Those stars...
who cares about them.

They can't affect our lives here.

Do they pay for our bills?
Do they solve the... injustice in this country?
Do they bring in more money?
Do they help our ageing parents survive?

Tell me, what's the use.
What's the use.
You stare at those stars every night.

I... I just don't understand."

Bash'ir assessed Ka'shir, whose eyes remained fixed into the fire before him.

Bash'ir continued.
"Dude, don't get me wrong, but you need to understand your..., I mean our, place in society."

"See that castle over there?
Magisters there have the luxury to stare at those stars all night long if they wanted to.
I mean, who cares what they get up to in their spare time. Let them do what they fancy; their lives are all sorted out, they're fed and clothed by the Lords, they have nothing in the world to worry about."

He stared at Ka'shir.

"But you... YOU."

"Do you understand who you were born to?"

"I mean, we shouldn't even be having this conversation. You shouldn't be pointlessly staring at those stars so much. We've got work to do. We could be spending this time doing something more productive... useful."

Ka'shir finally broke out of his acquiescence.

"What do you mean," he gently whispered into the fire.

"What do you mean, by more 'useful'... what's the point? Does it matter if we earn a few less coppers?"

He looked up at the starry night sky.

"You don't understand do you," Bash'ir replied. "The world is a tough place. The world doesn't allow it. You'll starve. You'll have nothing to wear. Nothing will protect you from the weather, the authorities, the gangs. Nothing. Tell me, are those stars going to come and protect you then? Nope. You can't trust much in life. Only this."

He jingled his copper coins in front of Ka'shir.

Ka'shir sighed. It had been a gruelling day after all. All day he had worked hard, yet he had also seen too many injustices. He had even seen blood. No one in the world was honest; no one in the world seemed to truly care about anyone, especially those that were unrelated to them. They all just went about their busy daily lives, in pursuit of that jingle.

"You see Ka'shir... There is a reason why most people don't spend their lives looking at stars." said Bash'ir. He knew that Ka'shir was still young. He had much to learn...

"Because they never bothered to look up at what's above them every night," came the sharp reply.

Ka'shir fixed his gaze upon Bash'ir. Bash'ir frowned.

"Bash'ir, I've always wanted to ask you a question."

Bash'ir looked at him in silence.

"Why do you live?"

Bash'ir looked away. It was ... difficult. Had it been another night, he would've chided Ka'shir for asking yet more pointless questions. Yet tonight... he didn't know quite why, but he couldn't do that. Something in him was ringing. Perhaps, it was from the desperation he found in Bash'irs eyes, those wavering pupils waiting for a reply.

"I.. I-"

Ka'shir broke in.

"If all we live for is money. Just like all of them," He pointed at the shimmering township before them, "are we really living at all? If all we care about is money. Money, money, money, more money."

"Yes, I know money is important. I know what society deems high is generally for a reason."

"But I feel a lot of people miss out on many things in life."

"Many people don't seem to... simply to LOOK around them. Realise what a magnificent world we're living in. Experience the beauty that is resonant in our lives. Marvel at the wonders."

"Where has it all gone?" Ka'shir's eyes shimmered.

"Why, tell me why, why don't people care?" His trembling eyes reflected the moonlight.

Years of the apathy,
years of indifference of the world,
had taken its toll on Ka'shir. The world was now foreign to him; full of mindless zombies going about pointless daily lives.

"When I look at the stars Bash'ir," said Ka'shir, stifling a tear. "When I see the beauty, the wonder...
I, I...
I find something in it that is missing from this world."

"You know what?"
He could no longer suppress the hot tears flowing down his cheeks.
"When the world seems like such a drudge,
it is those stars that have given me hope.

For once,
here, way up there,
is something untainted by those greedy, dirty, selfish human hands.

They are precious jewels, yet no one cares about them - because they can't keep them, they're so far away. I know that they have no effect on our lives. But -" he grinned ever-so-slightly amid his tears,"in a way, that's why I love them so much."

Bash'ir looked away, and sighed. "You're crazy." He whispered, staring at the ground.

Ka'shir smiled."Then perhaps that's what I want to be."

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

I don't know how to have a conversation.

I really don't care any more.

This is me.

I can't have a conversation.

I just don't know what to say. What's appropriate to say in any given situation.

This shyness is really debilitating.

Whether it's from my complete lack of social experience, something wrong in my brain, or some negative programming as I grew up - I don't know.

But what IS evident is that I am extremely, painfully shy, to the extent that I can NEVER think of what to say to other people, and I act clearly shy in front of them.

What I really wish is to have someone beside me 24/7, and guide me through social situations. For example, they can TELL me what to say in certain situations, how to respond in certain situations, how to act in certain situations - EXPLICITLY, not something vague like "oh just be friendly and talkative"

They say we learn through exposure? So far it's not working. After all, I've had 19 years of "exposure" in my life, where I was that shy guy. Yeah, I've 'experienced' a lot of social gatherings. I've 'observed' a lot of social situations. Yeah, I have a lot of 'experience' in how to be the shy guy. Yeah, it's helped a lot - hah!

To me doing that is like asking a 5-year old to observe an accomplished mathematician and then telling him to 'copy' what he does. SUUUUUURE. He'll need to go to school and learn 1+1 first. And then years of training.

I feel I'm just like that. People are telling me to do complex mathematics when I don't know how to handle 1+1. They go "just do it". I'm like - "errr... ok..." They say I need confidence. Oh sure, I'll have confidence. Yup. I'll be all ready and set to handle the complex mathematics. Yup. I am confident in myself!!! woo!!! Ok.... so how do I actually do all this stuff...???

Confidence is nothing when you don't have the skills / thinking mechanism to do it in the first place.

I really, really, seriously hate it how schools never systematically teach you social skills. Why can't kindergartens / primary schools JUST DO IT. They teach a lot of other 'useless' stuff - how about they just go out there and teach children THE most valuable skill in life??? Sure, many people "naturally" know it "instinctively" or via "upbringing"... but please, think of people like me!!!

I feel there really is very little support for people like me. Society just doesn't care. They label us as the shy, nerdy, lonely losers and move on with their lives. Ok to be more precise - they do kind of care, in the sense that they show sympathy / pity - but they aren't doing much about it.

Anyway... back on topic -

I am a man of very, very few words - not by "choice", but because I have no choice.
That's all I know. That's all I can be. I don't know what to say. What's appropriate to say.
I don't know what to do in social situations. I just don't know. And nothing's out there to teach me what to do. How to do it. Sigh. I give up. I just don't know how to move forward from here. I feel trapped at a dead end.

I reminisce -
even as a child,
I was that lone boy stuck in a library.
When we visited other people, I read books, and didn't talk.
When I travelled with my parents - I was very, very quiet, to the extent that they'd "forget I was even there"
I've always been the quiet one.
I sat alone a lot.
I walked alone a lot.
As a child it was all ok. I call it children's bliss. At that age society doesn't impose 'normality' upon them, as an imperative.
Quietness has been a part of myself for so long.

I just don't know how to let it go. I don't know how I'll live without it. I don't know how to function without it. I don't know how to go about life without it.

I don't know how to "change" without "acting". Yes, acting implies that I haven't changed really - that in the core, I am still that quiet, shy, self, but I try to "act" that I'm not. To be frank, I don't think this will ever work. Because you are fooling yourself. You're pretending. And I don't want to be that way - I want to live my life, not "act" it!

If I am my shy self - so be it. That's me.

Society! Can you hear me? THIS IS WHO I AM. Accept me or reject me, I don't care. Just don't force me against my will.