Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when the dark is rising?
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Recently I had a friend who went to court. His friend's cellphone was stolen, which led to him finding the thief and beating him up. He was reported to the police, ironically, by the thief and I don't know what happened to him after that. So his friend's phone was stolen... did the thief sell it away? Use it? Give it to his friend? Who knows.
That led me to wondering what happened to the things stolen from me before. Back in secondary school they'd always give us the monthly Reader's Digest magazines and somewhere, some time ago, it mentioned an article about this guy who receives thousands of postcards every year. He had an innovative idea... write his address and a brief message asking people to send him postcards. It may not be such a big deal, but here's the interesting part... where? Hard to believe, but on all four sides of a US one dollar bill. After finding out the fine print on whether it was legal, he went ahead and wrote his address and message around many dollar bills, then use them and slowly they started circulating across the United States. The one dollar bills with his message have been found at crime scenes, stolen wallets, as loose change in cars, and almost everywhere you can imagine. People took notice and started sending him postcards... some with brief greetings, some with longer messages and at times, whole confessions and problems. Imagine pouring out so much to a stranger.
So then... what happens when I give or lose something? What happens to it? When I give some money to beggars... is it because they really need it or they're just cheating people's money? When I give my time and effort into a person, what to they do with it? Slack? Toss it away as something they don't need? Be ignorant about it? When my bracelet was stolen... was it sold to a pawnshop? Given to a friend or even worn by the thief? What about my cellphone stolen a few years back? Used? Sold? When I give my trust to a person... what happens to it? Is it kept treasured, as with all other trusted friends? Is it tossed into a dump and forgotten? Indeed I wonder... what happens to the things I give away or lose?
That leads me to ignorant people. Yes we're all ignorant ourselves... whether its once every 99 years or once a day, or for some people I know, once a minute, there's some point in our lives where we've been ignorant. Lately I've been really sick of ignorant people. I can tolerate it, for months on end, but after a really long time if that ignorance still persists, it really ticks me off. Everyone has a different combination to get pissed. Push the buttons correctly, and you'll probably see something ringing. Anger ringing to come out. Keep bullying a guy... slowly dial those numbers, and you'll push the buttons to anger. But when people punch you they pretty much hit the speed dial. Ignorant people for me... they've been pushing the buttons so sequentially, that anyone who becomes ignorant for even a second towards me instantly hits speed dial. I've tolerated long enough. Reading a few blogs, experiencing the last few months, its come to a sickening extent. I know some people are ignorant without realizing it, but geez, to be SO ignorant (and for such a long time) is really beyond my belief.
So I've decided to let them know if they're ignorant. If I chat with people who I'm good friends with or my casual friends, I chat very friendly with them. If I talk with people who I don't like, I still chat friendly with them. However if I talk with ignorant people, expect a far less friendly conversation comparable to some of my worst enemies. Hopefully they'll take the hint, which will then let them change for the better. If they don't take the hint, then I'll be wondering how they can live out their lives for Christ in that way. Yes... quite a number are Christians. What a revelation, and what a disgrace. Yes. Disgrace. Why beat around the bush and lie about how I feel? Call it overreacting, or too strong of a word, but that's what I'm feeling towards ignorant people. My bad then. Blame me. That's if you're not too busy ignoring me...
I'm never one to embarass people in my blog. I blog names when I blog about my life or people who've done good things. As for bad things, we've all sinned, so I'm in no position to judge. But that doesn't mean I'm in no position to express. I never tell names unless (for some insane reason) I'm asked to or they don't read my blog or it does no harm. But I was so tempted to type out those ignorant people's names in this post... In fact, I did.
I just highlighted them and backspaced them though. I must admit, having 10, and sometimes 20 people view your blog daily is quite an honour. 20 people reading about my life? Quite a nice feeling. But sometimes, I wish only a handful of chosen individuals would read my blog. At least then at times I could type out so much more... NAME those people, and have no one be hurt in the process. Self-proclaimed readers of my blog... I'm so glad I know who. As for those sneaks who read my blog just to find out about my personal life... they tick me off more than ignorant people. Though I must say, ignorant people are catching up.
Be thankful that I'm still friendly enough not to post your names. And be thankful I'm not a famous blogger having hundreds or thousands of readers daily read about your flaws. And be freaking thankful I'm not a famous blogger having those number of people actually know your names.
(Hint... if you're not too busy being ignorant, I'm referring to a famous blogger)