Sense & NCISibility.
knicq posted in Knicqisms on August 7th, 2011
It’s 11:00 pm, and I am sitting here debating whether I should go pay the gym my monthly visit and check on the ancient creaking equipment’s fitness, or try and force another blog within the same month. The fact that you are reading this blog is deceptive in what it leads you to deduce, so beware. It is entirely possible that I might have gone off to the gym after typing my dilemma line, and come back to blog. Only, in knicqland, that would be so ridiculous, it wouldn’t even be funny.
As you can probably tell, I am done trying to make sense, and thus passing myself off as sensible. For one thing, I continue to get the feeling that no-one buys into that even when I think I have pulled it off in style; for another, one must acknowledge one’s limitations at some point. Just this morning, I was thinking of some of the better decisions I have taken, and I realized the extent of my limitations when I got to the conclusion that two of my top decisions had to do with my walking out of jobs. Consider this:
- The first time, it was a job that paid well, did not ask for a lot of work to be done in return, and yet, I left it to go work for a company that paid less and asked for a lot more work.
- The second time around, I left a job when there were no other options lined up, but the current job was sapping the life out of me. That a world recession followed only a couple of months later only made it more, well… interesting.
And yet, when I think of some of the best things to happen to me, I count those two instances quite at the beginning. Quite obviously, sensible does not become me, and sense and I have little in common. Alhamdulillah.
There is of course the fact that it is very rare when I think I have pulled off being sensible in style. Put it all together, and you can begin to imagine just how demotivating it can all amount to be for someone like me under the circumstances. It is not as if I cut myself much slack, so when I think I have done a convincing enough job and people should buy in, the least they can do is demonstrate some courtesy and pretend to buy in. It is this sort of short shrifting which alienates perfectly normal people to the extent where they begin to attach lesser value to the lives of fellow human beings. Or at least, this is what most of the NCIS, CSI, SCIN, INCS, ICNS, SNCI genre of TV shows want us to believe. Has anyone wondered what exactly is the point of these shows?
I used to like one of them for it’s dry humor, and interesting characters, until these shows started mushrooming all across the channels, and I began to get my characters mixed up. It has come to a point where they start a new show and I wait for the oh-so-cool aging investigator to turn around to the oh-so-hot agent-with-the-brains for answers just when the Mr. Oh-so-funny-agent is hitting on the earlier mentioned oh-so-hot agent for the billionth time, and then wait for the actual answers to come from the oh-so-obsessed-with-dead-bodies-old-man and his walking-fashion-disaster-geeky oh-maybe-so-cute assistant in the lab. Throw in increasingly graphic scenes of decomposing human bodies and parts, and apparently you have a show on your hand which people cannot get enough of – even if you present the same show with half a dozen similar, but oh-so-different, abbreviations for names. Time was when ‘Murder she wrote’ was the weekly murder mystery dose for everyone, and it made do without any decomposed/decomposing body parts.
Anyhow, that is tantalizingly close to sounding sensible, so I had better save myself the disappointment and the accompanying bout of depression induced by the general public’s failure to appreciate the good intentions of a guy trying hard to make some sense, and stop right here.
Besides, one of the channels is running last week’s episode of NCIS, and I must go get my dose of graphic corpses for a good night’s sleep.
p.s. I kinda dig that oh-so-hot-agent-with-brains.