My First Cyber Rant

Today, I lost all my respect for a person.

Mind you, respect is an enormous word in my vocabulary. A person's worth is measured upon certain criteria, and personal respect for them undoubtably ranks among the most important of them in my eyes.

I always find it deeply tragic when a complete and total loss of respect for a fellow human being happens. When a man chooses to exorcise all traces of respect from his being through utterly asinine actions or words. In my psyche, a man whom I do not respect is no different from an animal.

At this very moment, I have more respect for pornstars than that said person. At least they risk their lives(HIV, STDs) on a daily basis to make films that lonely men can masturbate to.

And you will think that for a man who has been conferred a doctorate and more than twice your age, a certain level of artistic intelligence and insight is guaranteed. It does not matter that much to me if you speak like an infant still nipping off a milk bottle, for I am not a shallow judge of character, having fallen victim to one too many. I am genuinely perturbed now, by the fact that how a person with seemingly zero sense of the liberal arts is able to secure a postion of an educator in liberal arts. I wonder what kind of damage has been inflicted through these years to more impressionable brethen of mine.

Nevermind the outright hypocrisy, nevermind shutting out insightful inputs, nevermind glossing over and evading genuine queries, nevermind pissing onto real contributing and legendary practioners of the art with seething retardation, nevermind insulting our artistic integrity with obstinate condescend, and nevermind the downright ridiculous hair. If all that were a performance to prove a point, if all that were a show to lead us to some new higher meaning or some form of artistic nirvana, I will understand. But no.

You truly believed in the nonsense you were spouting.

Like how a dear sane friend of mine put it across colourfully: "He is selling us his shit, and trying to convince us that his shit tastes good." Beautiful.

And this madness will continue for weeks to come, as I cannot afford to drop another module. Like a jaded prostitute, I will subject myself to a weekly ordeal of sorts to meet graduation criteria. I will continue to sit through these sessions where the artistic spirit has to be kept at bay to entertain bowel matter as our grades are being held at gunpoint by a delusional madman who speaks in infant tongue. Yes, even after all these ranting. Ha. What a fucking hypocritical sellout am I.

Afterall, I have better ways to spend my tuesday mornings, like watching leg hair grow.