Rainbow Shoes

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Monday, September 17, 2007

Dispicable Joy

a proposed theorem involving certain mental state i like to discuss is the utter joy of seeing people you pseudo-cared to fail miserably. i'm sure this train of thoughts have been associated
with many evils of the world and hence deems dispicable, but nonetheless when you look deep
down enough that's where most joy originates. be it your arch rival, that smug highschool friend, that dude your boss said was smarter than you, or your boss. these jolly news of doom and failure are the sparkling highlights of your life that, for brief moments, you feel pretty good about where you are and the wrong or right choices along the way that enabled you to avoid such utter disaster experienced by others. we human as a specy thrive on other people's woes and gets high from hearing bad news about things doesn't affect us. it's somehow analogous to sitting on a small island above a rushing stream, everybody else might be rowing their little dingy mad as hell but still can't keep up with the speed of the water, so they got blown away. you are sitting comfortably atop of your little island, smiling approvingly. it's the strange sensation of not competing yet secretly winning. it's the hidden voice that says "i told you so, i wouldn't do it if i were you," or "had i joined the race i could've won".

one comedian once said, the best day of his life is when police rock up to his door, telling him Mr. Smith you are arrested for 4th degree rape and money laundering, and telling that cop Mr. smith is the neighbour next door whose cat shitted on your lawn and did nothing about it. well i made up the cat shit part but that's how it should be.

anyway, inevitably, you are then drawn into the deep analysis of WHY they fail. is it their
laziness? lack of direction? wrong boss? wrong partner? taste of clothes? intelligence? lack of
humour? what is it that made them fail? i hereby call this entire process three degrees of failure-smirking. the first stage of pretence: "oh really? but he has spent SO much effort on it! that's unfortunate!" the second stage of comforting "it's not the end of the world, you are still young/strong/have time/no broke, look at what you have achieved already! (not much)" and the final and third stage of reasoning "why/how come ? i thought he's on the right track, he's smart he doesn't do drugs what is it that he fail??"