The Importance of Being Self-Important.

In I'm a blog. on December 14, 2009 at 12:00 AM

Ever felt such an over-bearing sense of abundant knowledge, that you just had to show it off and even load it off on someone else? Yes, that’s right, load it off.  I’m doing it right now, actually. Are you enjoying it? I’m talking, in-your-face, sometimes even bordering on ‘my way or the highway’ mentality. Let’s face it. We can all be accused of this. We all indulge in it. It’s called Self-Importance.

Self-Importance has been a long part of the human psyche for many years, now. But whose fault is that?  And most importantly, my question is who was the first middle-class, or even blue-collar worker in the New World…or in ye Olde World for that matter? Whose stupid idea was it? According to our trusty old Wikipedia, the term blue-collar is derived from 19th century uniform dress codes of industrial work-places. Oh, no word on the placement of the average worker and the amount of influence they may have if they had enough money to actually make a difference. But I digress, and shall leave that topic for another entry of the The Observer.  Now, before I go further into the nitty gritty of the importance of Self-Importance in our culture, I must pose (and for those who hate the reflection of themselves in the mirror, impose) this question. Do you think by taking a step down from your own personal opinion, you’d be shining example to the rest of the world? Do you feel ok living under a hierarchical-based system? Oh, it won’t change, I know. We all know…but is this because we all allow it? Are we all embarrased to put our hand up to say, this is ridiculous, now let’s go live in a wild jungle or forrest somewhere and see what happens?

Lions, and Tigers, and Bears…oh my.

We have a system of delegated, pompous men, and if we’re lucky, some pompous women telling us how to run our lives, our country, how to eat, how to live, how to do everything. Don’t think you’ve escaped this trap! Even I, a self-confessed, occasionally annoying but often more right than wrong know-it-all has been reigned in by this conditioning that has me miserable within the confinements of having to obide by a certain standard of living in order for me to even get from A to B in any area of my life thereabouts! We let the most Self-Important people there is be Self-Important. Become Self-Important over ourselves and our lives. This over-zealous confidence grows out of control like a festering weed…it’s a weed because it causes more animosity and perhaps even divide, often in some cases through the guise of being wholesome, though that may ofcourse not always be the case. But honestly…

C’mon, people! Give me a break.

If only we could all feel compelled to step outside the fearful box we have allowed ourselves to be placed in, in order to obtain some sort of reverence through being humble, or being obiding citizens. But oh. What do we have here. I smile smugly. Oh, could this be our own indulgent piece of Self-Importance? Oh, look at me, I’m so wonderfully righteous. Ah. See what I mean? It’s such a part of our human psyche, is it any wonder people are so afraid of being themselves, so afraid of being on their own, so afraid perhaps of themselves? Ooh this is getting scarily serious. Well pardon my Self-Importance, but what is wrong with chanelling this human phenomina into something more emancipating? Is there anything wrong about having a true sense of self, while acknowledging the sense of individuality in others? Of course not.

Our society has made individuality a joke.

And you know what, it is funny. Funny that someone chooses to be themselves for themselves and not for other people, because how much more important are they going to be to a gaggle of Self-Important people who think almost exactly alike, anyway? Oh don’t I feel a little bit wise.

Go on, folks! Think about it. Take it with a pinch of salt, if you may. Now, excuse me while I go eat my humble pie…


Peak-Time Strolling

In I'm a blog. on October 26, 2009 at 11:53 PM

Apparently, Sunday strolls are the new vogue in peak-time rush. Now, don’t get me wrong – I’m all about taking time out to smell the roses. However, these fellow commuters not only want to smell the roses when getting off trains and catching the next. Oh, no. They also like to take a bit of time out to smell some daffodils, chrysanthemums, maybe a bit of blood and bone while they’re at it. I mean, one would think they were off to the botanical gardens! Don’t we all wish we were on our way to a picnic?

Public Service Announcement Folks:

Make like a train, and move! Since escalator etiquette, and consideration for those in a huff and a puff to reach work or said appointment/destination have been tossed in the compost, here’s what I would suggest: just walk through everyone. Yes, you read correctly!  Nevermind the domino collision of people lying strewn on the ground behind you, because as you know, they have all the time in the world to pick themselves back up again. Why do you think they slow down in the first place?

I know, I know. What about elderly, disabled and pregnant passengers? Well as you would guess, one would definitely have consideration for them but having said this- they have their own elevator and are hardly ever the ones holding up human traffic! Personally, I’ve done a bit of observational research, and I can name a few or so selected culprits:

That Stocky Man In the Expensive Suit and HUGE briefcase

OK, I would assume this man would most definitely have a destination to reach by a certain time…work? A meeting, perhaps? C’mon, help me out here and tell me he isn’t walking around like that just to appear accomplished. I don’t care if he is caught up in his thoughts on the notes he took down for that board meeting as he sipped on his latte, reading the morning newspaper. Don’t just APPEAR accomplished- play the part and ACT it. Start by actually MOVING.

Because You're On Your Way To Nowhere

"Oh My Gawd, Already!"

The School Kid and the HUGE School Bag

This should be a collective reference, as they do tend to travel in more than threes at a time. Honestly, the bags are not their fault – I remember being a school kid with an over-sized backpack. Not fun. Having said that- why do they insist on congregating in clusters, smack bang in the middle of the way when you are trying to get OUT of the train station? They sit or stand there and won’t move as if it’s their business to do so. Not to mention stopping in front of you to ramble in ‘omg likes’ and other banterings of the like. Annoying, the amount of times one must say ‘excuse me’ and have wasted their polite breath in vain. Simple solution, kids: JUST GET OUT OF MY WAY.

The Chick Who Just Stands There

Why, oh why. Pretty self explanatory.

Why Can't They Just Move?

"Hello? Anyone there?"

The Strolling Couple

Do you not hear the fast cloppering of people’s feet against the tiles as they approach you like a herd of cows at a rapid speed? Of course not, and you’re taking up twice as much space for people to get past! Move aside if you cannot move apart and let a person get past!

The Self-Important Parents and the Over-Sized Prams

Hey, guess what! Everyone else needs to get somewhere, too! Do you really need an over-sized pram for the train ride? Surely a stroller and a decent-sized carry bag would suffice? And before you even try that phrase “Wait ’till you have kids” I have a little tantrum to throw. I remember sitting in a neat little stroller on various outings about town as a baby. Yes, I do remember. Most of you are not even at least carrying infants to be wanting to carry an ultra-huge mega baby buggy! If you must, stop risking your baby’s life on an ESCALATOR and get on an ELEVATOR which is DESIGNED for the likes of anyone who need travel on wheels! And keep away from doorways…

Make Way for the Goo-Goo Mobile

Keeping Doorway Clear At All Times...


Unfortunately, it’s true. I am sure there are people out there who empathise with this phenomenon! And I just know most of you would agree that a Sunday stroll isn’t always quite the same on a Monday any a week-day morning. Why oh WHY then don’t people JUST MOVE? We are apparently social animals, which should suggest some sort of awareness when walking out and about outside the confinement of the four walls that tend to surround us, no matter where we may be …but I beg to differ.

Chuck Another Celery On the Barbie

In I'm a blog. on October 25, 2009 at 11:17 PM

You probably can’t relate. There’s a BBQ , and there’s some pain-in-the-rear-end guy or gal politely pointing out that they don’t eat red meat, or worse still, they don’t consume animals at all! Standing there with a non-chalant alcoholic beverage in your hand, you personally find it hard to not pull the first person you see with the biggest beer gut on to the griller for your next plate-full – sans the vegetables, thanks a lot. Apparently, your passion for eating cow or the like is so strong that when you watch your vego friend serve themselves a lump of BBQ field mushroom, it gives you the irresistable detesting urge to remind them about what you love the most:  “I love me meat! What are you, a vegetarian?”

Happy Snaps - Carnivore's BBQ

"I Love Me Meat!"

But, let’s flip it over and mix it up a little. Do you choose to question vegetarianism (and/or the like) because:

a) you love meat so much that you want to share the love, and preferably with that vego across the room in oppose to all the other carnivores in your midst


b) because you are so nervous about being a glutton for meat that turning the room’s attention to that snotty vego standing next to that cactus plant will automatically make you seem really amazing and perhaps even a tad hilarious?

Vegetarians, vegans,  and pescatarians everywhere – I urge you to try this:

Vego's BBQ

"Veg Out!"

Have a BBQ with 90% of your non-meat eating friends attending. The rest should represent a handful of your token non-veg friends. Set aside a table with old tattered table dressings and half-hearted serving dishes, and put your meat alternatives in there. As a carnivore tucks in, put your hand on their back jovially and exclaim as loudly as you can, “Oh my god, you eat meat! Don’t you eat vegetables? Wow, how long have you been eating meat for? I love me veggies!  Ya don’t know what ya missin’!” Ad lib till after mealtime is over…or preferably till the cows come home.

Moovin' Right Along...

The Cow Who Came Home...