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Illogical Humans!!

Some times I really wonder how Mr Spock survived in the Star trek Universe in the company of so many humans. I mean, human emotions and their driven actions must surely always be an irritant to Mr Spock. And considering the fact that he was part human, I am sure it must have been a daunting task to control that side from expressing the frustration, anger and indignation at illogical human behavior. What an irony!!

 What makes me think of Spock here, is that I find myself increasingly in similar positions when concerns my fellow humans beings in my immediate surroundings these days. I am usually very calm and composed, avoiding conflict, unnecessary confrontation and that sort. This is due to the self awareness that I have a very short fuse and I am capable of serious stuff when enraged. But that is besides the point.

 What irks me most is why people have to form an opinion about my personal life. I have colleagues, I never ask or bother to find out about their personal lives except for the occasional query regarding the general well being of their near and dear ones. I do not find it appealing to spend my personal time with the same bunch of people, with whom I have spent the whole day working. In fact I like to spend my personal time alone, reading if possible. But here the work load is so great, I usually spend it working.... alone.

 Still, people have a weird affinity to explore other people's personal lives, speculate and discuss and form opinions and theories, and all that in the absence of the person whose private life is in question. Why do we need this. Work done, go and have fun, watch TV, relax, read, talk to your folks etc. Even when you sit down and discuss, there are a million things neutral and impersonal that could be discussed. No one discusses anything of importance, and give me stares when I explain why a spider's legs curl up when it dies. We have five engineers in the house, it takes one scientist to fix a malfunctioning toilet flush. Grown men are unable to wash their own underwear and I have to put my foot down about some ground rules. Grown men are unable to wash their own plates when the maid is on leave.

 What makes a person so callous about the little things that add discipine, dignity and elegance to life. I wonder, is it the society to blame? Is poor parenting to blame? or is a person by himself/herself to blame? 

 And while I am sitting here complaining about why people have to form an opinion about my personal life, I am doing the same. I guess we humans are all illogical to an extent.

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