Monday, March 19, 2007

When sitting becomes a competition...

....you know the world has gone crazy. It used to be a harmless game of musical chairs and that teddy bear prize at the end.

The wife who forgives her adulterous husband for screwing (excuse me) her over three times.

The single mom who becomes possesive of her only son who wants to date a high school graduate.

The filial son who underwent a personality transformation and stabs his high-flying parents one night.

All these drama-like scenarios are very real. All that that were aberrant to traditions have become the norm. Cultures are moved by waves of revolution and dynamic metamorphosis - amalgamating and assimilating as times change; ejecting and leaving behind anachronistic ways.

Everything that were impossible, are now possible. And that is why seats are now becoming objects of competition; divestiture in the form of ridding the weaker - a new break-neck pace of evolution.

Why oh why oh why won't we ever stop?

As a slow and cautious driver, I hardly ever hit the speed limit and all these changes have become a race which I unwillingly steer my way through. I can't keep up!

I like to move in a slow and leisurely pace and this global obsession to accelerate into a foggy illusion of seemingly neverending achievement and success is too much for me. I try to progress along the quieter roads but the fast lanes are tempting. However, when I so much as overtake that vehicle in front, I'm left in someone else's dust within seconds.

Today on the tram, I heard this:

"Oh my god! Can you believe it, she's sitting down! How did she get a seat?!"

Errrr.. ok. So clue me in here. Is she not suppose to sit down? Or more like, are we all suppose to stand?

Is this as confusing to me as to everyone else?

That's why I always wear a seatbelt. The next thing you know, people'll start yanking you off your seat in this wild chase. And funny thing is, it's probably gonna be condoned by society and nobody'll give a second glance at how the leaves of the roadside trees are drying up in the crisp air.

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