My hypoglycemic rant

HATE, DEPLORE, DESPISE and any other synonym that you can think of is perfectly apt for these reality/talent shows. And what peeves me off to no end is the fact that somehow they have managed to rope in children. For God’s sake, children!

I can only think back to those beautiful endless summers of my youth spent dabbling in mediocrity. Could there be anything better. The rat race is, after all, only full of rats and I’d rather be a cockroach. At least that way I get to survive the nuclear holocaust and have the highest chances of making it to Noah’s Ark’s kitchen.

Coming back to the topic of children and reality shows, so far we’ve been able to make a talented lot of people who will, thanks to living in the fast lane grow up to be suited, booted, rich, entrepreneurial, pre-mature ejaculators.

And why, oh lord, why?!

One must ask oneself this question and often, especially to others since the word why, I believe has the greatest talent amongst all the other W’s to piss one off.

But back to the why in this context. Perhaps the failure of the parents to make a success out of themselves? Of course, there could be so many answers. But I’d rather not be bothered by them. After all, questions are better than answers, after all, if you remember, you are tested in academia via questions; ergo questions should be held in esteem rather than answers.

Do you realize that we all loathe mediocrity, dare I say, we are afraid of it. Nobody wants to be labeled as mediocre or even average but isn’t that an irony in terms. Even if you’re an achiever, highly talented and the likes, and so is everyone else, you find that after all that hard work, you’re still mediocre, average, normal and ordinary even.

In the end, we are only creating are sheep in wolf’s clothing.

Oh, what a brave new world, that has such creatures in it...