Thursday, March 10, 2011

Boxes

It's so easy to put someone in a box before even getting to know them. I was horribly guilty of this when college started. In my mind, private school kids were obnoxious brats, Chinese school kids were super smart nerds, PJ school kids were friendlier than the rest, and KL school kids were the scary unknown (I didn't know anyone from any of the KL schools). It was stupid and unfair and awfully close-minded of me, but that was how I viewed my fellow cohort mates.


(From Design Crack.)


Of course, as time passed, we all got to know each other, and that mentality I'd subscribed to proved to be as wrong as wrong can be. I met some Chinese school kids who are some of the friendliest, most extroverted people I know, and some really nice people who just so happened to have been from private schools. KL school kids are just like PJ school kids, except they don't get as freaked out about the scary roads of KL as we do.


Of course, there are those who do fit perfectly in the boxes I'd put them in in my mind. One private school kid started teasing and laughing at someone who'd worn white canvas school shoes to college. If that wasn't bad enough, they tried to get the whole class to laugh at the unfortunate soul with them. But, you know, I don't quite believe in that Malay saying, kerana nila setitik, rosak susu sebelanga ('because of a single drop of blue dye, the whole pot of milk is spoilt'), so. I'm trying to look on the bright side of people.


(From iStockphoto.)


Also, I'm doing my utmost best not to judge anyone. Realising how close-minded I'd been was a bit of a wake up call for me, because that's one of the last things I want to be. No more judging, no more stereotyping, no more unfairness. I'll try really hard. And that's a promise.

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