The Plight of the Lonesome Monkey

Something is bothering me. It's something that was said (texted actually) by somebody to someone else, but I cannot get myself over the prejudice and how much bile and hatred that laced the simple few words.

I have the utmost respect for the person to whom the words were directed, as she had chosen to totally ignore it, a sign of maturity and sensibility. Had it been uttered to me, I would have probably went on a rant that I know I will later regret. What more, if the person saying those words is one that I am supposed to have respect for.

Also, what was uttered made me rethink of filial piety, something that is expected in our society. We demand respect from our children, sometimes forgetting that our children will grow up to be another member of the human race just as we are. I dislike those who "remind" us that a mother can care for many children but the many children can't care for that one mother. I believe that if the mother had brought up the children right, all of them will care for her. Those parents that are sent to old folks home, or those who are abandoned, shunned by their adult children who have their own lives, must ask themselves, have I really showed them love and really showed that I cared for them.

Then, there are those introverted people who are often vilified as "sombong"; people who are not comfortable to be in a crowd. Some people, just have a bigger personal space than others. I enjoy being alone, away from the maddening crowd... sometimes. But, people say I am being a "kera sumbang", a lonesome monkey. I say, not all monkeys are created equal, and the other more social monkeys , should just respect the lonesome monkey's right to not join them.

Well, that a load off my chest. Maybe, this lonesome monkey can have a good night's sleep tonight.

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