An Open Letter to Society
From a brown introvert male
Dear Society,
I respect you. I understand your importance in our lives. From movie The Beach, I realize why you have came into existence. But don’t you think you have imposed too many rules after years of evolution? Don’t you think the rules are archaic and needs a complete overhaul? Don’t you think, the rules, even if they make sense, don’t apply to every human being who is part of you? And please tell me, what is the procedure of quitting you because I cannot follow all your rules?
Now you may ask, which are these rules that I am talking about. Sure, let me tell you.
The first problem I have is with people asking me, “Where are you from?”. I don’t know how to answer that question. Should I tell them where I was born and brought up, or where my parents were born and brought up or my grand parents or my great grand parents. How much vertically up the ladder do I have to go to answer that question. And what are people trying to determine of the answer I give?
There are 7 billion 45 million people in the world — why is it important to find the 1?
Second problem I have is with people asking me, “When are you getting married?”. I respect the institution of marriage and I believe in it, but I don’t think it would work for everyone. And why should it? There are 7 billion 45 million people in the world — why is it important to find the 1? The most logical answer people give me is that you need someone in your life — at least when you grow old. But, society, you don’t stop there. You want us to have kids. Again your reason for it is, you need support when you grow old. And there is always a deadline — the biological ticking clock. That means, we are supposed to do things before 30 for a problem that might occur after 60. Ahhhh!
Third problem I have is with my success being judged based on the things I own or the position I hold. You want me to own a house, buy a car, wear a suit on a friend’s wedding (and attend a friend’s wedding), travel to an exotic honeymoon destination, have Ray-Ban sunglasses, wear a Levi’s jeans, be slim, look good and love yourself. What pleasure do you get with my possessions?
Society, are you founded by an insurance company? Because first you want us to get married, have kids, buy all the things we don’t need and then you want us to buy life insurance, property insurance and vehicle insurance to protect all of that.
Society, I know you are listening and understanding my rant. I know you are waiting to ask me, “If you have a problem with these rules, what do you want to do in your life?”. The answer is I DON’T KNOW. And that’s my fourth problem. You having a problem with I not knowing what I want to do in my life. You can call me hippie, clueless, mentally unstable, frustrated or anything you want, but as you can see clearly, I don’t give a FUCK.
I respect your ideologies, I wish you respected mine.
Peace,
A Brown Introvert Male
