Thursday, June 28, 2007

Long overdued fist shaking

I have been the recipient of so many many random acts of kindness in my youth. But KL living takes its toll on the mind and soul. It makes me Bitter and Cold. Envious and Unkind.

The better half says I take on a different persona when I step out of the house in the morning. Suit pressed, heels poised, face scrunched , fists clenched, its like I am going to annihilate anything that gets in my way. I become snappy and I feel the anger so. In other words, I morph into a first class grade A bitch. And super oddly, it peaks when I am commuting.

For every above act of kindness, here in KL I have had to witness what seems like equal instances of selfishness, injustice, boorishness and corruption. From street vendors cheating me of my money to pedestrians stealing my cab, I sometimes wonder if I am the only one who still plays by the rules of conscience and decency.

Then from out of the blue sky a good samaritan would drop by and totally change my perception of the world and everything is fine again. Isn't it so sad that good samaritans are so few and far between that when they do appear, they make national news.

I play a different pantomime in the office because of the politics there, so that does not count. That will need a different rant altogether. Preferable with a stiff drink.

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