Category: Old age of my youth – 2014

MONDAY, 18 AUGUST 2014

This evening in a local supermarket I observed a young couple loading kitchenware into their trolley. I thought to myself: “Imagine that was your dream when you were 28 or 29 – to be married and to start a family of your own.”

Not too many seconds later, I remembered it indeed was my dream when I was in my late twenties.

There was a problem though. I had no confidence in the process of making yourself useful, pleading or begging for a job, or smiling eagerly enough or performing your tricks well enough to be employed by some company or commercial enterprise. (And then, when it suits the company or enterprise, or when they want to go in a different direction, or when you start costing them too much, they throw you out in the parking lot with your box full of sharp pencils, Tip-ex, and a picture of you and your wife and your two children. And a dog and a cat. Waiting at home not knowing new money won’t be coming in at the end of the month.)

For the next fifteen minutes I focused on my groceries, walked out to the parking lot, got on my bike and rode home.

As I was pedalling, I again pondered the core of the marriage-children-work idea. By the time I got home, an alternative opinion had formed in my mind: If I had wanted badly enough to be married in my late twenties and to start a family of my own, I would have tried harder to get work in my own country. I would still not have trusted the process, but like most people I would have closed my eyes, jumped, and hoped for the best.

The truth is, I did want to get married and start a family in my late twenties and early thirties, but there were other things that were more important to me. I ended up pursuing these other … dreams, these other ambitions.

Eventually I did get married – to a woman who is my partner, who understands me, and who loves me. And although we don’t have children, one fat cat with character and his eccentric cousin complete our family portrait.

And for me, that’s perfect.

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WEDNESDAY, 30 JULY 2014

13:15

More than a month of silence … and then, this:

Is Brand Smit a middle-aged loser? Who makes the accusation? Who defends me? Who argues against me? Who is the magistrate? Society? Impossible. Society’s values and standards are primitive.

The fact is, in this existential complaint I myself make the accusation, and I myself am the prosecutor, advocate, and, finally, the magistrate. You find yourself guilty? Then society will treat you as guilty. You find the accusation groundless and reject it? Then society doesn’t have a case.

16:15

Two possibilities for me:

Option one: Mediocrity: I publish my books, but I don’t do any marketing; I know how to make money, but I don’t do it because I don’t want to take risks with my money; I know how to get in better physical condition, but I’m too lazy.

Option two: On fire: Live out the rest of your life like a protesting Buddhist in Saigon in 1963.

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TUESDAY, 3 JUNE 2014

According to Wikipedia, artists and other creative people in early nineteenth century France started gathering in lower-class Roma neighbourhoods where the rent was more affordable. A common misconception at the time was that Roma people had reached France in the fifteenth century through Bohemia, the western part of what is now the Czech Republic. This resulted in French people calling the Roma in France, Bohémien. Because the creative types began gathering in the predominantly Roma neighbourhoods, people started referring to the artists and creatives by the same moniker.

What does it mean to lead a “bohemian” lifestyle? The same Wikipedia article where you can learn all of the above facts describes a bohemian lifestyle as unconventional, with few firm commitments, and a focus on musical, artistic, literary or spiritual ambitions. People who pursued a bohemian lifestyle in the nineteenth century and the first few decades of the twentieth century were often associated with unorthodox or anti-establishment political and social views. Frugality and even voluntary poverty were sometimes part of the story. The association with the Roma was also one of outsiders who lived apart from more conventional communities and who were not bothered that much with the latter’s rejection of how they lived their lives.

Some other interesting bits from the Wikipedia article:

[It] is not enough to be one’s self in Bohemia, one must allow others to be themselves, as well. What, then, is it that makes this mystical empire of Bohemia unique, and what is the charm of its mental fairyland? It is this: there are no roads in all Bohemia! One must choose and find one’s own path, be one’s own self, live one’s own life.” ~ Burgess, Gelett. “Where is Bohemia?” collected in The Romance of the Commonplace.

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Bohemian is defined in The American College Dictionary as “a person with artistic or intellectual tendencies, who lives and acts with no regard for conventional rules of behavior.”

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In 2001, political and cultural commentator David Brooks contended that much of the cultural ethos of well-to-do middle-class Americans is Bohemian-derived, coining the paradoxical term “Bourgeois Bohemians”.

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By extension, Bohemia meant any place where one could live and work cheaply, and behave unconventionally; a community of free souls beyond the pale of respectable society.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bohemianism

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SUNDAY, 6 APRIL 2014

Taking into account that there are always facts regarding a matter to which you do not have access, that there are always things about a person, an incident, or a historical event that you do not know, or that you haven’t yet considered in your arguments for or against something, can you ever really take a position?

What should you do? Sit on the fence on every possible issue? Should you think of a standard disclaimer to recite on every occasion (“As usual, I just have to say, I know …”)? Should you be more critical? More cynical?

To learn to control your emotions is a good start.

TUESDAY, 3 JUNE 2014

What would I have done if I were in Winston Churchill’s position during World War II – Winston Churchill, who is regarded by many people as a hero? Would I, for example, have agreed to the bombing of civilian areas in Germany in the latter months of the war, where I would have known thousands of people, including young children, would be burnt to death or where they would die or be maimed in other terrible ways?

I would like to say I wouldn’t have agreed to it. But because I wasn’t in his shoes, I can’t judge.

Then I thought, especially with Winston Churchill in mind: “I cannot judge, but I will refrain from worship.”

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FRIDAY, 23 MAY 2014

Two days ago a 21-year-old student attacked people on the Taipei metro with a fruit knife. He killed four people and wounded another nearly two dozen.

Like any normal person, I was shocked and wondered what inspired the man.

Having thought about it a little, I realised he was a stupid fucking asshole.

I watched several clips about the incident on a local TV channel, and each time I said out loud what I thought of him, I felt better.

It was as if I understood.

Later I read that two Facebook pages had been started to support the killer. At first I couldn’t understand who the hell would create a page for such a low-quality person. One page had already gathered 63 “likes”!

Then I realised: There are other stupid fucking assholes in the world.

The more I thought about it, the better I felt. Not because there are so many stupid fucking assholes that pollute the world, but I no longer wondered what kind of people commit such horrible crimes.

Of course it can happen that a stupid fucking asshole appropriates the title for himself. Does this make him less stupid? No, it just makes him more of a fucking asshole.

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Read more about the 2014 Taipei Metro attack.

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