Sunday, May 16, 2010

optional retardation

I refuse to treat completely normal, sane, healthy human beings like they are retarded.

I meet those people everyday, those who are optionally retarded. There is nothing wrong with their mental capabilities, nerve structure, brain composition composition or even their social setting to excuse them as retarded, or mentally incapable. in fact, they are very mentally capable, to be able to act so retarded.

What's more, they know that people treat them in a special way. They think they are free to do what they please because we will all say, "ma3lesh" or "don't hold it against them." But this time i refuse the excuse. I will hold it against them.

They act irresponsibly thinking that others can't see their actions. They are insensitive thinking that they don;t need to be sensitive. They are fake, above all they are fake. They act compassionate, they act intellectual, they act like they care but their are not any of these. They're full of talk, deeply believing that their practiced words actually mean anything.

They are like healthy people who park their cars in handicapped spaces (not in this country of course, but in others). They're like rich people who don't leave a good tip. They're like people who can see a queue and opt to cut into yet. In other words, they're people who act in a certain way just because they know society will excuse their behavior.

Half of the blame is not on them, though. Half of the blame is on the society that tolerates them. Sometimes i think people let them off the hook because that is easier than dealing with them. I think they're just feeding a flame of fakeness. It turns into a vicious cycle, where they act retarded and are not held accountable so they act more retarded and are still let off the hook.
Everyday i urge others not to tolerate them, but they still do despite my nagging. I only come off as hostile and un-understanding. And i become the wrong one in the end. I am labeled "wrong" because i refuse to treat the healthy as unhealthy.

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