Why Do I Like Weird People?
TK’s choir concert was pretty good.
Except we completely humiliated ourselves by screaming, “MINGYAN!” everytime he entered the stage, and got shushed.
Gosh, Evonne’s just plain nutty. She’s currently Karen the Carrot. Muaha.
And when the AHS/TKPS choir members came onstage, she started shouting out random names like, “GO MARY! JANE! MARK! PATTY!”
After it ended, FL got 3 roses to give to them. One was for Paula, the other was for Alex and the last one was initially for Ming Yan.
We finally found Paula and we just smashed and hugged her like mad. Ming Yan refused to accept the rose, as he probably found was too sissy and uncool for his nature, then we gave the other one to Alex.
What to do with the last one, the poor rose which Ming Yan rejected? I gave it to weird-guy-who-sits-next-to-me-in-class! Yes indeed, he’s in choir!
His reaction was weird all over again, he was all ecstatic and said, “Thank you! Thank you!” 10 times and waved in that funny way.
Anyway, afterwards, we walked to McDonalds and screamed nonsense, the whole lot of TK students were there.
Evonne started greeting anyone who entered McDonalds. Embarrassing.
Man, I just love being friends with weird people, seriously. I think they’re the most pure and true souls on Earth. Well, a group of them are.
Unconciously, every tiny move we make is deliberate. We do this to make her think this way, we say this to impress him.
Sometimes we don’t do the things we want to do because we’re afraid that others will know that we want to do them. With these so-called “weird” people, it doesn’t matter. You can just be completely out of your mind and be a big baffoonish goofball.
I don’t mean the usual crazy stuff we usually do either like screaming into the streets or throwing crap in the air. I mean things like digging your nose in public, whatever, the little things we’re ashamed of. See how awesome these people are?
Well, I think so. Or maybe I’m just imaging things, they probably do care. Who wouldn’t be grossed out by someone picking their nose in public?
But at any rate, you can be your inner idiot around them, maybe to only a certain extent.
And yet we laugh at them. Sure, they’re the usual nerds, gross, unpleasant to look at and have no life. But that’s only the surface. The reason behind our comments like, “What shit, he’s fucking weird lah, siam!” is because we always assume we’re better than them, and that makes us feel good.
We’re, perhaps this is too much categorising, not gross, unpleasant to look at, not studious. It makes us feel good to see someone act like he’s got down’s syndrome because it gives us the illusion that we’re perfect. How sadistic is it to feel pleasure while seeing someone else worthy of being poked fun at under you.
That’s how we get by in life – feeling superior. It’s not as if human nature is entirely at fault, teachers/authority inflict it in us too.
Remeber how your teacher always goes on, “You’re acting like a normal technical/academic class! Please students, you’re in express stream!” or, “Dress properly, you’re from XXXSchool, not XXXSchool.”
Prove to us how much better we are than them. Simply because of different PSLE marks, one express student will seem miles better than one from NA/T.
The thing is that teachers assigned your grades according to what behaviour you should or should not have.
Just to keep us under their control, they somehow weave in this behaviour pattern that we should follow. Now we’re so scared to do all those things, drugs, breaking the rules, be spastic, etc. We’re in this green and black whirlpool of dead souls. Hey, like Hades’s underworld in the Hercules cartoon movie.
NA/T people aren’t utter idiots in life, they actually function as human beings, there are the occasional iDioTz but hey, the express stream has plenty of them. Most of them are actually quite profound and smart. It seems as though the teacher have forgotten that, and has the fixed impression that they’re all bad news, a dirty lot.
Anyway, that’s an entirely different point altogether.
The point is, they feel that we should be feeling superior to the “others” so we won’t slide down to such levels as they call atrocious. We’re stuck in this rigid system to act according to what we superiors do, which pretty much equals to don’t be yourself, but be a “value” filled robot.
Don’t retort back to the teacher, because that’s what a NT student will do!
I love it when I see someone break the rules, for the “right” reasons. But when they’re just doing it for the sake of looking cool, or think that it’ll look cool, I spit.
It’s too scary to risk being looked down by society, better to play safe.
Once we’ve achieved the aim they give us, say, get into express stream. In secondary school, they’ll throw the bomb: It’s not good enough, and set another target for us: be top of the school. And look at that, it’s not good enough again.
They keep pushing us to the top when not all us can fit, the ones who can’t squeezed in will drop and be ignored, left to clamber up themselves.
In everything we do, we do it to be better than others. We go shopping to buy clothes to look better than others, we study to be smarter than others, buy new things to feel better, earn more money to live better. We constantly compare and copy ours and their lives that we’re so blind in what we’re actually doing – being manipulated.
If everyone keeps clambering to be at the top, no one really wins. Once someone looks as if she/he’s doing better than ourselves, we get the familiar feeling of jealousy and by hook or by crook, we will be be one step higher than the rest.
We keep striving for the things we don’t have.
No one can truly be themselves because it’s never good enough. It’s always better to be someone seemingly better, be it a big name actor or your own sibling. This way we won’t have to deal with the endless shit we’re being bombarded with, like how we’re not good looking enough, so we resort to plastic surgery to look like so-and-so.
Poof, you’ve just lost your identity.
But when you become that person you admire, there’ll be someone better. We’re just fliting from one person to another. Then we’re bombarded with endless cravings all over again. No one’s left on the ground, everyone’s flying.
What’s going to happen? This is exactly why clones are swarming these streets. They think they’re better, but there are thousands who are exactly the same, trying to achieve the same aim. As I said, no one wins.
That is why these well, “weird” people and the people I’m close to are the closest thing I can get to to reach the ground.
I have yet to meet someone who walks around in a piece of cloth, yell randomly to strangers’ faces and run in a spastic way, all in being him/herself.
It’s bloody depressing to step out of the house sometimes.
But if we do the things we really want to do, even if it’s things like, I don’t know, listen to chinese pop because we sincerely like it, by all means, go ahead. It’s the people who do things for the sake of being better that kills me.
We’re all flying high, but we end up dead inside.