Ironic…

 

From the very moment I took up my job as the new webmaster and also deciding to redevelop the site,out of enthusiasm I dove into my truly ambitious goal.Up to before I realised I need a team, out of stupidity I never considered who would carry the banner in my stead after my departure.Without Mr. Eyrique’s counsel.

and suddenly I felt ridiculed by my very own doing, out of lack of judgement and lack of predicament  I failed to foresee WHO WOULD CARRY THE BANNER.

I’ve wasted millions of neurons… maybe billions of them… only considering who my grand 5 would be… my new “team”.It jolts me awake that none of them even know the basics…(besides this person who had programming skills, other than that a forum admin, none had photoshop skills, html or css knowledge) and aside from 2 posts which require good language command I felt I have failed already, this over ambition of mine brought an ambiguous curse upon me, burdening me down into petty misery.

Every day I’d ask myself, “ which of the lucky 5 takes what post?” It hits me every time that my ambitious diversity of posts as well murdered me, I would have to train 5 different people in 5 different aspects in which I could have saved my neurons from that utterly time consuming decision by getting myself a single heir.And he shall deliver me!

…

not really.but the thought of looming a single entity to my throne(or post, if you will) saves me likely most of the headache and other stuff. Sometimes I really wonder, why can’t this sort of curricular activity begin as soon as high school begins? I’d had a head start to train 1st formers who are interested, sources to learn from and fir the coming years they would’ve picked up the requirements themselves, and do well without counsel.

But no~ those idiots who claim to “know” “children” very well blabber at how the immature can’t handle this sort of stuff. For fucks’ sake, we’re kids and in school, that’s why we should be handling it IN SCHOOL and not getting the epic screw-up while working already.Yes we are kids, and as soon as we have not reached an age level above 16, our mental state is crying out for knowledge, knowledge our parents deny us from gaining, “BECAUSE WE LOVE YOU, YOU SHOULD BE A DOCTOR”. FUCK THEIR FASCISM. IT’S BECAUSE OF THESE KIND OF PEOPLE THE STUDENT BODY IS FULL OF INTERESTED STUDENTS WITH THE LACKING OF ACTUAL KNOWLEDGE.EVER MET A PERSON WHO LIKES ART BUT DAREN’T ASK OR LEARN HOW TO DRAW?WHAT DOES HE FEAR?

Reality.the so called “reality” implanted into the minds if their children with harsh abuses and “discipline”.Discipline may be implemented into many things, even daily conduct.But to “discipline” a person’s interest is nothing more than mere and cheap manipulation, the manipulation parents want to hammer into their kids just because their parents did the same to them, because their grandparents did so as well.

Ever wondered how a child would have turned out if only parents encouraged their kids to pursue what they wanted to study, and provide mental support with or without the lack of money? I believe our world would be liberated from the darkness of child abuse, mobs, depression. Everyone was born with a talent, and with a world system that focuses on skill optimization there wouldn’t be jobless people anymore.A truly idealistic imagination…

 

that could never be achieved.

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