PARADOX IS BLISS!

I probably… No. Not probably. I will SURELY not be so bold were this had gone down for real, but it still stinks and it’s probably something a lot of us can relate to. This is another story of why I think our country is still so dumb, if not dumber.

I was driving to visit my sister who had just given birth to a son. My dad was in the car, my mom, and also my nephew and niece. We were at a busy intersection about to cross into the main road. A parking guy, or, should I say: a parking THUG was there guiding us out. He stopped the traffic coming towards us so we can move.

But then there’s this motorcycle, right? A guy in a camo jacket driving and his wife and kid in the back. I was halfway into the main road when I had to hit the brakes because this stupid SOB just won’t stop. It’s not like he was going fast, but he’s not stopping either.

I knew it was his fault so I hit the honk to him and he turned his head and looked at me. He was pissed and was yelling something; probably about how UNTOUCHABLE he is or how being in the military has given him the right to drive by anywhere he like and CARRY A THIRD PASSENGER ON HIS MOTORCYCLE!

So I honked away and my dad stopped me (he even pulled my hand) and nervously said, “No. Look, he’s military.”

I looked at him in disbelief, and yelled - though the windows were closed - to the military guy, “SO WHAT IF YOU’RE MILITARY?!!” I didn’t like my dad so much at that time. He was in charge, all those years, in teaching me things. He taught me responsibility. he taught me patience. He taught me humility. But he’s certainly never taught me about how to be a man. Damn it I’ve never felt like one, and I know it’s not fair to blame him. But I can’t blame myself either, right? Another dead end…

The moral of the story? Don’t fucking join the military or the police, man. It will fuck you up. Why? Oh I don’t know… probably because you wouldn’t be able to handle all that power. Looking down on others will be your hobby, and paying for one-night-stands will become a must for you each time you get a holiday or vacation. You’ll die of cracked knee-caps, man!

But more importantly, our entire system is now already so fucked up that none of us dare do anything about it for fear of “ruining it”. Including me. Oh hey, I hate it all, I assure you. But let’s get real: who wouldn’t want to be comfortable, right? And if that means not getting your license plate wrote down by the wrong sorts of people and a storm of power abuse hit your house and fuck up your life without warning or no way out? then yes, THAT is how I would want my life to be.

“Oh it will be better someday, you’ll see,” says you to me. Hell It’s going to be a long wait for that ’someday’, but keep that idiotic positive thinking anyway. I’ll stay behind, being the last realistic person who’s going to laugh my ass off at you, at the very end of all things. YOUR things, most likely.