I am innocent

Let us talk of something important shall we?

It has to do with the cynicism and the Schadenfreude that seems to permeate this country. It seems that whenever something bad happens, there is always an asshole or two waiting in the wings to make fun of it. To make light of it. To take pleasure in the evil that has befallen on someone.

Whenever something bad happens, I react.

I know I should not allow it to get to me, and I know that I should just shrug it off. But the point of the matter is this. I cannot.

I try to fill my heart with hate, to harden it beyond all reproach, but I am not one of those people. I am innocent.

I am not one of those fools who would willingly do evil, or allow it to be perpetrated by those I know, just so some low-brow can feel a temporary surge of self-esteem and confidence.

I am innocent, I cannot abide the cynics and the vermin that ambulate on the streets and dwell next door as our neighbors.

Unlike most Maldivians, I have never been able to master the trick of keeping my face blank, and going along with the status quo. So you can see the shock I feel, drawn forth across my face.

You can read my face rather easily I am afraid.  It is not a very masculine trait I admit, wearing one’s emotions on one’s sleeve. But the alternative is to be a toady little suck-up and I cannot abide such behavior.

The strong and silent archetype seems to be the preferred default for someone of my stature, but that seems to boring and verbally non-erudite. The default for someone who is an average idiot seems to be cussing and strutting.

You know what really fucks me up? The fact that we tolerate these fools in our presence.

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I was an old hand back in the day, but my cowardice got the better of me. Never again.