Especially when so many people place it in high regard.
Come, I've done withering analytical criticism of many gargantuan objects before. Lets try it again, this time on a person.
Well, it is held in high regard by many people, because of supposed "leadership ability" but I'm not the only one who has a problem with it.
My problems are mainly this.
1) Hypocrisy and an overblown sense of self-righteousness
2) This is related to self-righteousness but an inability to keep its mouth shut
3) Overly confrontational with a dash of narrowmindedness.
1. Well as for object 1.0(lets call it that shall we), its sense of self-righteouessness is very large indeed. In fact it probably contributes a lot to the endless deluge of hypocrisy I get all the time. When I made comments about him not fulfilling his role as a prefect in many regards after it bothered me about the lack of a badge, the profligate in-class iphone user instead gave me hate-filled monologue on how he was better than me because "at least" he "feels a sense of belonging to the school and wears the badge with pride instead of refusing to wear it."
Wearing the badge with pride? Great that it can think that way. It sure can, with self-righteousness. Me? Refusing to wear the badge? I'm not a fan of the school, so sue me. But just cause I forget to wear my freaking badge doesn't indicate that at all.
It also asked me "what are you? I'm a respected member of the prefectorial board."
Go ahead, thats your "occupation" as I like to call it. It says nothing about you. And what about me? So what. I suppose if "normal" RI students are so far below your level I wonder what about the rest of the country. Oh I forgot, its proudly non-Singaporean so what can I say.
2. It can't keep its mouth shut. This is related to hypocrisy as well. In fact, everything I hate about this malfunctioning object is. Just today while I was innocuously having a ridiculously philosophical argument with Jey Ren it decided to butt in and reply the question of "what is the opposite of apathy."
Its answer was sympathy. Upon my counter of empathy, it stuck to its stand. Upon questioning of Jey Ren as to the definition of empathy it replied that empathy was not caring about people as much as sympathy.
I snorted in derision and said something insulting to his intelligence and boom, before I could snap my short fingers the object turned around and said "shut up, you're dumber than me, no one asked for your opinion anyway."
So said the construct that had not 10 seconds earlier butted into a philosophical discussion with its worthless opinions.
Naturally I was too stunned at the utter improbability of its answer to give a response.
But this, after that blast straight to its face yesterday?
Looks like it'll need some greater frying of its circuits.
Its Archie btw.
And I've written other stories about him before. Rank hypocrisy. Replies to criticism of his friend's qualities, or own qualities with a bellicose Can You Do Any Better. Yet you know, feels free to criticise anyone he wants to.
Here, this is an old story. In fact, the first ever I wrote. Its hideous. So I'm rewriting it once and for all.
"Taylor Swift sucks, she can't sing."
His voice, cutting like a knife. The epiphany of the moment, shattered. Lost.
*Flashback* last year
He was there at the bus-stop, listening to his kind of music.
I stutter and stop as his demeanor rapidly shifts, transforming into a strange ephemeral, almost elemental being. Something different, larger and scarier. It bristles and unfolds its wings of night as it opens its mouth, its voice an unexpected blade of hostility. Can You Do Any Better it growls.
*Flashback* last year
He was there at the bus-stop, listening to his kind of music.
"I don't know man." I said, bothered.
"What." He fixed his gaze on me.
"He's singing isn't he?"
"Yeah so?" He said frowning and cocking one eyebrow
"Well, um he can play the guitar pretty okay but he can't sing you know.. well I mean..."
I stutter and stop as his demeanor rapidly shifts, transforming into a strange ephemeral, almost elemental being. Something different, larger and scarier. It bristles and unfolds its wings of night as it opens its mouth, its voice an unexpected blade of hostility. Can You Do Any Better it growls.
Unsettled by the hostility, but sense of pride and recklessness still intact. I daringly reply.
"Actually yes I can."
But it does no good to speak to an animal. It understands not what you say, it hears your words but it doesn't listen. Words serve no purpose but to feed it, and give it strength.
"Prove it. Prove It Now," It roars, blinding fury incarnate.
Determined as I was not to bow to pressure, the angle of the rebuttal threw me off.
"Here? Wha. this is a public place an-"
"Yeah right" It overrules and moves away. Its sense of justice vindicated.
*Present*
Anger wells up within me, frustration and rage. Deep inside I feel the seeds of change begin with me and I open my mouth, but let it go as I watch his vanishing back. I don't know why, but I did. I just did.
But I didn't really did I?
So there. I remember, I didn't say anything, but I still remember.
Its the self-righteousness that I can't stand really. The ass covering reflex.
Its okay to make mistakes, if one acknowledges and learns.
But no, he doesn't and it doesn't seem like he's been properly educated anyway.
So, looks like its up to me now.
I'll take up the job.
