I once got into somebody's bad books for trying to spell out a logic which can only be deemed as warped to many. In short, I was misunderstood. We have all been there and the guilt never quite wears off- this is despite the fact that we meant well. Kinda feels like Hancock sometimes- the (possibly) greatest anti-hero of all time.
Most of the time, without stopping to explore further of what I am trying to say, people would stop short and label me as mean. To a great extent, I never mince my words for niceties or even political correctness. There's a Malay proverb which (when roughly translated according to my horrible Malay) goes, "Because of mouth, the body suffers". Ever since picking up a variety of martial arts, the only way this body has ever suffered is because I made it so- with the exception of the ACL tear. Lifting weights has only doubled the chances of anyone ever thinking of beating me up for what I say.
But I guess being human also means that I can be quick to judge as well. For instance- I have always stereotyped being fat as a result of being lazy. That is true because I am suffering from that too. I do make an effort though- it won't be long till I lose this muffin top of mine and get back to how I previously was. But I guess there's way too many people who's out to prove that I am actually right because despite being fat, they don't really bother about it. Doing the bare minimum is never enough. That's one of the biggest takes that the army has ever taught me- I actually had people under my charge who would suffer if I just tried to skim through. Back from the deviation, I would always equate being fat to being lazy because it's simply too bullshity for people to say that they have big bones. I mean, dinosaurs have big bones. Heavy too! So unless you're calling yourself a dinosaur, you better do something about it lest you'd be extinct as well.
I have really deviated from what I really want to talk about. Then again, my mind is a flurry of thoughts. I think I have mentioned this before: whatever I write looks just like an episode of The Simpsons because the ending is totally unrelated to how I begun. My mind is the most active whenever I am on my bike. Somehow, I manage to switch to autopilot mode and just ride through traffic no matter how heavy it is. Somehow, I am at my calmest then. Sometimes, I'd even have to take a longer route just because I miss an exit or a turn. I should really mount a microphone and speak my mind. Who knows, I might actually not recognize that it was me saying that or to even think of saying something like that. But I guess it'd be better if somehow, there's a device that translates my thoughts into writing. At least I could edit that.
Ok! Back to what I was talking about. While what I say might sound mean, I really am not! I might just be speaking my mind- not the whole of it but enough to sputter something out which, to many, is actually mean. I guess that is courage. To say what you think and to do what you believe despite what others might think of you. At the end of the day, it doesn't really matter who's right because you can be the most morally righteous creature to ever walk this planet but if you don't act on it or even speak to anyone about it, then it doesn't exist. This is kind of like the saying which goes, "If a tree fell in a forest and no one heard it, did it really fall?"
I guess having enemies might be a sign that I am actually doing what I am supposed to do. Half my men hate me just because I was trying to do my job. I have been labelled "seow-on" or "on-the-ball" but at least I am on the right ball. Besides that, well, there are those who think that I can actually be mean. But then again, you never really make fun of a fat person do you. I mean, if he is fat, then you wouldn't make fun of him being fat. You actually encourage him to lose all that fats. Well, for me, encouragement comes in the form of ridicule because igniting that inner monster in you to lose your fats is what I want to do. I don't want to become your nanny or babysitter or even your trainer and nag and pester you to lose that fats. The inertia is way to great and it'll just end up consuming me. I'd rather cause an explosion from within because that creates are far more greater driving force.
Then again, how did this end up becoming a topic about me talking about losing fats??
"You have enemies? Good! That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life"- Winston Churchill
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