The Importance Of Being Worthless

Apparently mediocre is the new cool. I get this everywhere — a non-committal stance, casual indifference, an interest in something that spans an ephemeral hour, day, month before I ask "what happened?" and the reply goes something like "oh, I'm lazy/couldn't be bothered/don't have the time/doing other things". I kid you not.

There happens to be something seriously wrong with the people I know, to the point where it gets as grating as the proverbial nail on the chalkboard. Being committed, dedicated or liking anything just that little bit more to the point of interest and subsequent development is apparently uncool. The word's on the lips of Net-Genners everywhere, that you should always dedicate your entire life to being a jack of all trades. Specialising in something or having a specific hobby or pursuit that you're talented in isn't the way to go; doing everything anywhere anytime without any strings attached is.

It'd be even better if you knew how to do everything but not know how to do it well.

Sarcasm aside, I suppose there's a reason for this rant. The male population in my Lit class just doubled, or at least it seems like the case because for once there's actually more guys (they've been trickling in slowly) something in the vicinity of seven, eight maybe versus the six or so girls.

There isn't anything innately wrong with it. I'm all for equal opportunity, Literature and those so inclined towards enthusiastic reading always had a girl bias in terms of population in Malaysia. And so on. But:

What do you do when there happens to be about half-a-dozen or more juvenile males hell-bent on making your favourite weekly class into their little Neanderthal-grooming session? Do those of you in school remember the kids who always talked back to the teacher in jest, constantly flirted with girls, talked more than wrote and constantly had a joke at hand?

Here's a spoiler. They're going to do the same in college. And grow up to do a shitty 9-5 job they don't like, with 2.5 kids, a failed marriage, quadruple-bypass, lung cancer and a liver transplant: if their life doesn't degenerate into a mid-life crisis before that, with the eventual failing at life around the corner. Provided they don't start an auction house of all the Nike sneakers and chav gear their parents ever bought them.

Back to the topic at hand — I loathe those who love the mediocre. I feel nothing but pity for those who think of nothing but just getting along in life as opposed to those who actually have a clue as to what they're going to do with their lives, people who have huge dreams to change the world one day and are actually working to get there. I know I am.

And I can't wait for next month, when we move on to another play, switch lecturers. I have seriously had it with describing in detail and elaborating on the context of Doris's demeanour in the World War Two setting, am sick of going into the progress of women's role in society that came about the mid-50's or so, and dread explaining for the nth time why Margaret fails as a parent. Don't get me started on Jackie.

It would be fine actually, but the play spans a pathetic three acts, takes something like 20 minutes to read, and isn't that great when you've been studying it for almost a month now. Or the excessively lenient and nice lecturer that I've previously mentioned at least once. Give me the lecturer that bawls you out in front of everyone for coming 5 minutes late, that doesn't hesitate to scream at brats making noise in the corridor, that actually enforced some form of discipline that worked.

Three more weeks of this, ugh. My head.

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2 Comments on “The Importance Of Being Worthless”

  1. Lukas Says:

    those neanderthals are really annoying… no doubt abt that.

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