Sometime back a friend of mine wrote a blog titled "Will the following people kindly get off this planet".It was a huge list starting with people who inflicted cruelty on animals and going on to those who destroyed nature,had no civic sense,etc etc.I want to add these:
1.People who are thoroughly insensitive to other people's feelings.
2.People who take emotions for granted.
3.People who are wimps and won't stand up and fight for what they believe.
4.People who wallow in self pity and use that as an excuse to weasel out of situations.
5.People who don't take their commitments seriously.
6.People who act like a matyr.
7.People who lie.
8.People who would do anything they want to and then justify it saying- life goes on.
9.People who contradict and twist situations to their benefit.
And then sometimes instead of aspiring to be like someone,it's more important to learn who not to be like.That by itself could make us a better person...
4 comments:
oh yep....and imagine they live their whole long life that way!
well, that does it for human habitation on earth. if the others don't make sure of it, point#7 will ensure the earth is empty and rid of us humans. and i guess that's not such a bad thing.
on wimps and those who cannot stand up for anything..let my dearest poet Eliot speak:
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
II
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer --
Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom
III
This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.
Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.
IV
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.
V
Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
it is probably easier for me to get out of this planet than demand that the other a-holes to get out.
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