When we were growing up, we were
told all manner of do’s and don’ts. I bet most of them curtailed our freedom
but nevertheless we adhered to those which we could and endured the flogging
from those we never mastered the art of living by them. We grew up anyway.
Many years down the line we are
still advised. Everybody older than seems to be so generous with advice, even
our friends with their handful experience unashamedly tell us what we should or
not. The one bunch of people whom I can fathom their advice is a stranger. You meet
one along the street and he feels he should tell you that you are not dressed
well, or that hair needs to be trimmed. If you dish out some dollars I would
mind visiting a barber shop.
The urge to snarl at them gets the
better of me, almost always. It has never sounded appealing at all, no matter
how wrong I am. I am not at home and this is the only chance to act weird, be wild
and exclusively from the reptilian watch of my parents. He should just
understand from the look on my face that I am not hearing a damn thing he is
saying.
There are some types of warning or
advice that only fuel the urge to find out what is being denied over the other
side. The lesson is never learned from mere hearsay, it must be experienced in
order to be regarded lesson. The only shield is the hope that it won’t be too
late to learn, as things may at times turn out be.
I always laughed when our high
school teachers claimed that we were having the last free advice as we neared
the end of our stay there. Who loved their advice anyway? I quizzed my friends
and were all glad that those boring pieces of advice would finally trickle down
the gutter. Those morning assemblies were a source of worry to some chaps whose
concern was never near cleanness. Every day they were dirty from Monday to Friday,
week in week out, for four good years. And they knew about it. Does that person
need to be advised, really?
Enter the real world. Folks went
to display their prowess in leaking pieces of useless words in the name of
advice. The respect for their age stifles a barrage of expletives. I hear
pointing out weaknesses and dismiss them at the instant their lips stop moving.
I have never needed advice. i
might need when my atm card fails but for the moment am content with what I have
accumulated in the years that I have lived through observation. If you come
with your advice, I might listen and even nod in approval but deep down me am
saying ‘HOLY SHIT.’
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