Kingdom of they Who Choose to be Blind!

Know what they say about chivalry? That it's dead? Well, activism suffered the same fate too. In this part of the City, at least. In the own company that I work with.

Was talking to "F" earlier and he gave me his sentiments on how rotten and evil the promotion in his department is. I share the same sentiments. Not because I suffered the same fate (he applied for a position that was not given to him for reasons he couldnt take. What's worse is the person who got hired is an "incompetent freak" who just "smiles her away on a task left undone!" That irked him more and he can't help but rant to the point of him wanting to pull out his banners and start an uprising... (woooohoooooo)

Anyways, where our society is continually plagued by social and political scandals, where national and world crisis don't just dominate TV screens but infiltrate our very homes and personal lives (despite our lack of consciousness about it), one would think that being under all these circumstances would rouse, well, more than mild reaction to say the least.

That activism and rebellion are the same IS A MISCONCEPTION. Proactive individuals know that to react does not necessarily entail taking to the streets to rage rebellion. The weight of our company's distress calls not for quick fixes but for wise, incorruptible, and competent governance, and too much radicalism and activism would only rock the boat even harder; whereas too little of those would be like handing the remote to the control freak.

Proactive individuals know that to react means more than just to grasp in shock (while the couches our bums are sitting on, absorb all the shcok). To react would be to get that bump and drag it outdoors to do a little clipping and pulling of the backyard weeds. It's not exactly saving the world, but then again how exactly do we expect to save the world when we can't even keep our backyards safe?

Well, we are in a setting where the seat of activism is not felt. But for me, this does not indicate that there is nothing left to complain about because we are aware that the company that we're all connected with is far from perfect. Protests and elaborate complaints do not abound as much as they do in other companies but there are still whispered and whimpered complaints nontheless to which the company's computers and walls bear mute witness, because let's face it, it's human nature to pick. Obviously, there is a lack of reaction and feeling. It's like throwing a stone into the lake and seeing no ripples in effect. There is something disgruntling about it.

It's apathy in all it's new found glory. Trivial and consequential matters have placed issues and rights in many people's books. Complaints seemingly fall on deaf ears. Needs remain unattended yet again, it might be that our kings themselves are the ones who choose to be so indiffirent and apathetic. The vast majority of employees opt to just zip their mouths. Or maybe since activism is very much frowned upon and there have been no moves to address the plight of some, they have simply grown numb. Either way is just as bad.

Yeah, things sometimes are given casual regard and passive indifference! Reasons could be becaue people are already tired of the seemingly vicious cycle we are in. Appearing unperturbed seems to be the national mantra.

The flippant attitude of employees and the tolerance of the company has for it are but projections of what little we desire we have to create change and how often we hand over the remote to the control freak. And in this institution where remote freaks take the form of authorities who create their own complicated processes, apathy is tantamount to plotting our own slow demise. There is utter blindness to what goes on right under our noses! We dream of preopelling ourselves out into what we call the real world,but we have so little care of what goes on in our very own place.

The weeds are already particularly tall in out backyard. The backyard is the first place to start trimming. And to the backyard we shall go.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

you painted it in words more beautiful than myself...

Anne said...

hahahahahaha... Hail, the risen Narcissus!