Don't We All Know It Already
My life for the next few weeks is set to be living hell. It's because of this immense project that's been (so-called) handed to me on a platter, that I have to take up, whether I like it or not .
It's times like this that I really, really miss being just a student, and living in the times when mistakes are forgivable.
It isn't nearly the same as the time when pet projects are just what they are: pet projects. This project, you see, clashes completely with my principles in life, that is, to look up, look forward, look beyond. This absurd, absurd project, instead, tells me that we need to take a step back, learn from the past, and veil our eyes to the atrocities of the world.
It forces me to teach our children to be ignorant. That 'ignorance is bliss', that rape cases don't occur, that stress is a non-occuring phenomenon, that there is no such thing as a body hugging t-shirt, and school uniforms that accentuate the shape of a girl's body are non-existent.
It tells me to ignore the presence of diet pills, of the fact that the gender gap is closing up, that boys and girls should not be seen in the same photograph together.
This project, leaves every single person on the team, disillusioned, and hampered by the mis-screwed minds of the people 'up-there'. It leaves us reeling in shock over the explicit details of the Noritta Shamsuddin and Canny Ong cases, and cursing ourselves in horror that knowing that the might of the pen is in our hands, we can't yet do anything to save our future generation.
Bureaucracy is a horrible, horrible thing. That red tape, you don't know how far the line goes, or how many red tapes there are ... but you know, the scariest thing is: it's not the biggies who are making the decisions, its the smallies who think they're biggies.
But don't we all know it already.
