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Sunday, 16 June 2013

Thought Picnic: Keeping Our Secrets and Lies

The way we are
A few weeks ago, I wrote about the issue of choices we end up making by reason of our loss of innocence, this topic is one I chose to write about because I felt a burden, the need to give voice to a matter we rarely deal with.
We however do need to appreciate that our experiences inform the way we interact within our social circles both far and near, more importantly, we must know the things to share from the things to keep secret.
It is unsettling to realise that some people failing to see life from perspectives completely different from theirs think everyone should follow the template of their example in terms of how revealing and open they should be about their private lives.
Off my turf, you militants
It is almost as if they are suggesting others are not entitled to some privacy, secrecy or talk less of confidentiality whilst defining their friendship on the basis of the total revelation of self.
This thinking is taking on a militancy where unpalatable words are bandied around to coerce and bludgeon the non-pliant into a defensiveness with the hope that the affected divest themselves of their self-esteem in the pursuit of the narrow focus of acceptance satisfying the assailant rather than maintaining the status quo of comfortable accommodation that embraces the many – this is an acceptable compromise the majority resides in and it is not unhealthy.
Boxes and labels
People just want to be accepted as human beings and active participants in the global village of humanity without having to be identified by labels some feel others should have by reason of race, gender, ability or sexuality much as it is trendy to identify with all sorts of minority tags to appear hip.
Much as we compartmentalise our lives in the hope that things we reveal and the other things we conceal will retain a modicum of mystique about ourselves, it should always be the prerogative of the individual and that person should not be under pressure to expose themselves beyond what they are comfortable with.
The conceit
I do hope that those who have successfully created boxes and labels for their lives should realise that the perfection they have achieved is not a one-size-fits-all for everyone else, it is utterly pompous to even hazard the thought that your definitions automatically form the full assessment of a subject.
The hubris of those who have not walked in the shoes of others reeks of conceit and in pushing back it is necessary to make it clear to them that it is at first none of their business and then not everyone really wants to be like them, however strongly they feel labels give them the fulfilment they think it brings to them
Mind your own business
Frankly, besides being livid with rage, one is not impressed – they should get on with whatever they want to do with their lives and stories but stop being judgmental of those with a greater sense of discretion and decency, it is no shame to have secrets and fear is a healthy emotion for the assessment of risk.
Just think, the reason why people might not be so open with you might not be because they do not trust you but because you have not earned their confidence – it is a process, it does not come by probing inquisitive intrusion into the inner recesses of a person; that is utterly disrespectful.

Sunday, 13 June 2010

Slips, slippers and saunas


The heat treatment
I find that I get too topical with my blogs and rarely share a basic thought that I have not been able to develop into a full blog.
However, if I do have a number of basic thoughts, I could put them together in a blog and hope that the information flows with some entertainment value.
It was a day in early 1995, I got to work and my boss thought I looked tired if not stressed, he immediately suggested I find a sauna and sweat it all out. That was quite a new concept to me that I first called the sauna and even asked if they welcomed non-Caucasians.
Strange question, you might say, but there have been times when I have walked into places quite boldly and the place falls silent as I try to pick off eye balls all over me.
Under little cover
In a sauna, you are might have a towel as covering, in Budapest, you get the equivalent of a fig-leaf, some luxury outfits might offer robes but if you are more comfortable in other kinds of apparel, you can imagine the self-conscious state of mind you will have – it is not easy for a seemingly assertive person to be somewhere unfamiliar and strange.
It was a wonderful experience, exhilarating too. Many patrons go bare-foot around the sauna, but I learnt years ago to wear slippers after I suffered from warts that took ages to disappear.
I was amused when I saw the same kind of slippers I bought for 12 Euros on the shelf for almost 60 Euros and all because someone had branded the slippers with the DG chain-link of Dolce and Gabbana.
Money and sense
Even where I have had more money than sense, I have tried to call on the sense as much as possible when spending money and my slippers are very good, thank you very, very much – Dolce and Gabbana; my foot and hurting pocket – but you can imagine the accursed victims who would make a beeline for the label even if the product offers no additional function or quality.
Slippers, they are, not like they are made of some luxury chemical in sweat shops where the workers sweat the sweetness of honey, but you have to celebrate the brand and they must be thankful that there are fewer of me than customers who would shell out a fortune and more for tat dressed as superior and classy.
I am not wearing the Emperor’s new clothes, hope you aren’t too. Well, the blog ended up being long anyhow – the words are inspired at the time of writing most of the time.