Rants of FridayFebruary 3, 2012 at 7:02 am | Posted in katarsis | 2 Comments
Tags: kerouac, soc
Maybe Capote is right. This isn’t writing. This is typing. I’m just typing. Typing words I hope you’ve never heard before. Just to show you that I’m not your average Indonesian blogger whining about how stupid the government is, that I read a lot of books and that I’ve gone slightly further down into the well of knowledge in English language. But that’s a futile attempt. You know that. I don’t understand how the universe works, or how this country of mine is actually doing — culturally, politically, economically. They say Indonesians are stupid and corrupt. And that many of them are Muslims. Is it because they are mostly Muslims that most Indonesians are stupid and corrupt? Or is it the other way around? I have come to the admission that I know so little about the world; how it works, how it is and how it should be. Why are the poor so poor? Why are the rich so rich? Why are we so lagging behind? What is climate change? Why do people like or hate Justin Beiber? Why do we laugh at the way people die? I mean, do you really think you know exactly what you’re actually trying to say when you post on your Fesbuk walls links to stories about how stupid Indonesians are or how bad the people are or how everything in this country is just so messy and fucked up? Maybe it’s true. Maybe those foreigners and young Indonesians studying abroad are the sanest and smartest people in the world who know better about how everything should be done in this country where people want atheists to be decapitated; and maybe we’re just fools who need to be educated, to be told that we are fools. Sometimes I just want to say: leave us alone! Sometimes I just want to shout: fuck off!! How are we going to live our lives? How should we live them? What is normal? Why should we care? I am ignorant. And I’m not the only one. I am sure of that. Indonesia is not perfect. Nor is the United States. The world is not perfect. And we know so little about just everything. At the end of the day, there’s only you and the people you care about. And everything is nothing but a commentary on a world we know so little of. So Jumu’ah Mubarak, everybody. Tabik.