Mother's Day Rant

I don’t get mother’s day. What is it about? Is the point of the day to celebrate the birth of mothers all over the world? Surely not. Each mother has their own birthday. They are not like Agong, once they become mothers their birthdays are fixed to one day, a day pegged to mothers only.

Or maybe it is to celebrate the day women become mothers. What a beautiful thought, but that can’t be the point. I can’t imagine if women can only get pregnant on one pre-set day. I could only see chaos.

So what is the point?

It is a day to celebrate mothers you idiot. It’s the day where we give them the appreciation they are due. Before you try to be a smart ass and be corny, no, this is not the only day we should show them love, this is not the only day we should appreciate them. This is the day dedicated to just mothers, so they will receive more love then any other days. This is their day. By having this day, we are teaching our young ones to appreciate mothers more. Don’t try to ruin it by being a smart ass. You might think you are being clever but trust me you’re only being a cliché.

Hmm, good point. Final nail on the coffin that. Maybe I should shut up now..

I won’t though and I’m not trying to be a smart ass here. I just really don’t get it.

Mother’s day is being too commercialised that the very objective of it is becoming one of the reasons mothers get less and less respect nowadays. It’s all good when you want to teach the young ones the value of showing appreciation and love towards mothers. But for me it is not being done in the right way. No explanation is given to the young ones (or not enough). They are told to do cards, buy gifts and give hugs and kisses to their mothers on the day ‘because mother’s day is a very special day and it is a day where we should all show our mothers how much we love them’.

I’m far too lazy to explain right now but I can see one day, on any other day, when they are told to clean the house, do the laundry and buy that nice bag for their mothers, they will go ‘Why? Her birthday will only be in six months and today is not a mother’s day”.

What I’m saying here is, mothers are special people that should be appreciate every single day, not just for one day, and that fact should be highlighted more. Unfortunately, for me, mother’s day will contribute to the exact opposite of that, and that is a pity.

Such a nice concept, such a nice theory but the applications of it are bull. For me mother’s day is nothing more than a scam, just like Valentine’s Day. They just want to make money out of it. I mean, how in the world is ‘Anugerah Mummy Bestari’ supposed to make you appreciate your mother more? Some people will use any reason to party! The day is becoming more important then mothers. We don’t celebrate mothers, we celebrate the day.

And what amuses me more is nowadays we have many who says ‘You don’t celebrate mother’s day? Man, what kind of son are you?’. For them, this is a very important day. Let’s stone and use sharp stick to stab people who ignore it. Sigh.

I can’t remember in my school days ever to celebrate the day. However, someone decided to make more money out of the day so they started telling Malaysians how even the Himalayan celebrates this day massively and that we were being primitive idiots for not doing the same. We then thought 'Wow the whole world, and most importantly the ‘mat saleh’ celebrate the day so we must too, because we want to be seen as trendy as them'. So here we are right now, we jumped on the bandwagon so we will be trendy. And we wanted our kids to be trendy as well. So that’s what we did. We told them to make cards for mummy, and think our job is done.

It’s like when you portray yourself as someone’s friend and you buy that person expensive birthday gifts and birthday treats, but then you ignore that friend for the rest of the year. That’s not nice, isn’t it?

I pray to God it won’t be like that with our mothers. It is fine to celebrate mother’s day as long as you realise the significance of it. Take note of the spelling. It’s mother’s, not mothers’. Think about it.

Round & Round

I am sitting in front of my newly bought netbook right now, trying hard to figure out what to write about. I just can’t think of anything to write. It’s not that I don’t have anything to say, nothing to share or whine on anymore; trust me, I have lots in my mind. If someone crack open my brain at this very moment, all kind of things will pour out. And I mean all kind of things; if you look hard enough you will probably find your bank account balance in there. (Don’t ask, I’m not going to explain it!)

So what is going on? Why am I finding it hard to write?

If I’m honest enough with myself, I know the answer. Of course I know the answer.

I’m simply tired of being wrong.

I am 30 years old now. With the things I’ve experienced, I thought I have learned a lot. And naturally when you learn a lot, you know a lot. But I don’t think I know anything at all. I keep doing the same mistakes over and over again. The more I see, hear and feel, the more confuse I get. When I think I’ve toughen up, that I’ve become stronger, I actually am still weak.

You know how scientists record their experiments on journals (or at least that’s how movies portray scientists), how they record their findings for future reference? The scientist will go something like, “this is Dr X, May 8^th, 2009. Today, 5 months after relinquishing his post as the president, I can confirm that George Jr’s brain finally showing sign of mild activity”.

Well this blog is like my experiment journal. Only it is a life experiment journal, not science (obviously). I express my feelings and my thoughts through this blog. Every time I think I have learned something, I will write it here. When I write it, I truly believe it. Unfortunately for me, I’m always wrong. And later when I find out what I write is nothing more then a load of bull, it disappoints me to no end.

I’m tired of being wrong, and I don’t want to be reminded about it anymore. That’s why I haven’t been writing much. I no longer care.

So, tired of being wrong and not caring are the reasons I’m writing less and less. OR, I’m just plain lazy. That is not so far fetched. I am lazy. What I wrote in the six paragraphs above was just me being a drama queen. Hmm..

Whatever!