The Legal Janitor

I’ve always fancied myself as an adaptable sort of person. Now I realise perhaps that thought is more an aspiration rather than reality.

Yes, I’m bad with change. About a year ago, I faced a personal obstacle. Petty and trivial in the cosmological scheme of things, but it was emotionally hurtful and draining to me. For a year I wallowed in self-pity and pain. I neglected so much of what would normally be dear to me: family, friends, and perhaps the odd rant on this blog.

So many things I wanted to write about, here and at the group blog, and so many times I just gave up. Crazy religious fundamentalists, idiotic forum letters, mindless comments from the blogosphere, all popping up like prairie dogs waiting to be shot down. I didn’t write.

Would it make a difference if I did? Would I be able to change people’s minds? Change the way things are done? Change anything at all? I don’t know. There is an element of cost-benefit analysis to this public punditry. If I can’t make a difference in doing what I do, then why do it?

Not giving up or anything. Yet. I’m just sayin’.

Why have I not blogged for ages? Because there are too many stupid people on this planet, much less Singapore, and I don’t have the time or energy to refute all of them.

You cannot change the world, no one can. The only thing you can do is to make the best of your own life.

I didn’t create this world. I’m only trying to live in it.