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The world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel. -Horace Walpole

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Saturday, February 05, 2005

Post-Modernism

Music: [Hotel Rwanda]- Million Voices
Book: Eugene Ionesco- Rhinoceros

Two days break! It's been a long time since I've had a break of this sort, and Im referring to the upcoming saturday and sunday here. Where other teenagers might feel the urge to go out and stuff I am, just for this once, pleased that there are no plans this time round.

It's been a long month, january, a tiring one. Every single week, or perhaps every few days there would be something major to see to, a presentation a test, an assignment, dinners. By no means of a boast almost every single day was filled, including weekends. It isnt so much as it is physically demanding than it is mentally straining; as much as I survived essentially on a 2+4 sleeping schedule there were times where I thought like giving things up. I mean just imagine, day after day after day of doing work work and more work, with no end in sight; my mind screamed for some time out not to replenish self but to break that monotonous mental gridlock I find myself in.

The upcoming chi new year break would be good too. If it werent for the NUS thing i wouldve taken monday off; there is a high chance I'll take friday off. It is very important to take things off every now and then.

I've recently discovered that there are alot of feuds in my class, me being involved in one or two myself. Have you ever seen girl-girl feuds before? The kinds of division, the sort of awkward tension, it's laughable really.

Im entering a postmodern age, the reasons of which I wont cover here. Where previously in the modern age I held the value of non-adaptability (self-determination in a different context, if you like) the postmodern age recognizes that my classmates actually can be appreciative of myself. That isnt important, because the fact that we still remain on totally different realms ensure that we do not reconciliate on any level.

A more important recognition is the fact that our relationships are more long-term orientated than it is in the short term. I find myself thinking that hey actually you know, these (my classmates) are the people whom I'd meet up in the future, when we're all down our established careers. I daresay that for all the chummy chummy unity and closeness of other classes, it would eventually diminish, in part because they are born from teenage fun and ideals. On the other hand, and rather paradoxically, it is the very casual distancing that might lead to opportunities in the future. On the same note the very diversity that currently dis-unites us could very well serve to bring us together in the future. This is obtained from the presumption that when we all get out there, we're all going to go down different routes and take very different jobs. A reconciliation of relationships would then be possible--there's nothing to reconciliate or unite when everything is uniform.

It's hard to figure out why I am thinking this way but that is that. I do not deny this is very idealistic thinking. I myself am (currently) unable to offer any concrete logical proofs, Im not even convinced by what Im saying. But even if all those are refuted one thing is irrefutable: we have diversity where others have uniformity. How this would work out in the future I have only transient, irrational ideas.

The post-modernist also believes that no one is to be held at fault. What is held accountable is the lack of synergy between groups. We accept that we are this way and not that way, we also accept that this way cannot be reconciliated with that way. Essentially rather than being obssessed with the lack of unity, as might be the case in the modern age, we should lie back and appreciate the uniqueness in other groups and even the uniqueness of the class as a whole, and in the process of doing so, achieve a certain maturity of relationships.

How I wish they could and would think the same way as me but no, every day we're just going to show unhappy faces and stuff. (It is rather interesting to note that for all my apparent discontent they, and not me, are the ones who are going about displaying unhappiness)

Im pretty sure this new age would unlock many new theories and insights, we'll review them as we go along.

1 Comments:

Blogger SirWhale said...

I just thought of something. My relatives. I am the oldest 3rd generation fellow around, both in my mother's and father's side. The rest are all mostly BABIES. That has always been a source of discontent because I've got no one to talk with during gatherings. But not so now in this "postmodernism" age, because I now see it as a potential blessing: When I am 30 odd years old I'll be surrounded by 15 year-olds. I leave it open as to how that would be a blessing; we will all have our different take on it.

It comes as an irony that the unifying traits individuals possess that keep them away from the group (I refrain from using the term herd here) should keep them seperated from each other as well. When the existence of an individual is threatened by the group he/she might tend to lean towards other individuals who are facing similar/dissimilar problems. When the problem(s) is removed there arrives the problem of the legitimacy of the relationship. Their paradoxically individualistic characteristics repel them apart. Furthermore, these very traits could themselves be opposites of each other; conflict between individuals is arguably more common than conflict between an individual and a group, if remarkably less distinct.

In any case, and indeed in any age, my cultural roots remain.

10:37 PM, February 05, 2005  

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