Think no Evil

I think all of us are evil to some extent. Our actions may be pure, but there’s a tiny part of our brain that speaks evil thoughts. I watched an episode of House (you know the show about the doctor…I wasn’t just staring at someone’s home for an hour. The courts warned me twice already...) where a patient had some brain disorder, which made him say every thought that crossed his mind. This disability made him look like a jerk and pushed his family away because he couldn’t help say what he thought, no matter how cruel it was. Man, if I had that disability, I would probably be stabbed…

Yes, I have that tiny part of my brain that’s constantly voicing cruel thoughts. I call him Jerry. Man, Jerry says the most awful things. Going to the city everyday, I see a lot of different people, and Jerry’s always there to comment about them. Whenever a morbidly obese person walks by, Jerry usually doesn’t notice. But whenever a morbidly obese person who’s smiling walks by, Jerry says “Hey, she must’ve just eaten.” Not cool Jerry.

Once, Jerry felt kinda down, so he cheered himself up by mocking other people. One day, he sees a dweeby, chubby guy with a Cabramatta wardrobe, Parramatta haircut and Harry Pottermatta glasses. Jerry says “At least I’m not that guy!” There Jerry was, feeling mighty about himself; until he saw that the dweeby guy was holding hands with an incredibly hot girl. “Damn…” Jerry replied. He sure showed you Jerry.

Editor’s Note: I don’t really have another persona within my brain that I name Jerry. I just added that part to add some humour. I thought I had to add this bit of info just in case there’s someone reading saying to themselves “Man…I knew Trung was weird, but I didn’t know he was mentally retarded as well.” So I just had to clear it all up. I don’t have a part of my brain that I name Jerry. I actually call him Trevor.

At least thoughts can’t be heard by other people. What’s worst is when you don’t care about an issue that seems important. What’s worst than that, is when you don’t care about an issue and feel like laughing at the most inappropriate time.

I remember back in high school, I was sitting in class with a friend. Have no idea what I was talking about with her, but it must’ve been about drug dealing or something or other, because out of nowhere, another classmate decided to join in on the conversation. I won’t name names, but let’s just say that this guy was considered kind of a weirdo. The contribution he had to the conversation was very short, but what he said was this. “My cousin died a few months ago…” he said. There was an awkward pause before he added “He was a drug dealer”. At first, I didn’t care about his bit of news. I was uncaring about his situation, but at least when you’re indifferent you can pretend to care. But when he added that extra bit of info at the end, I suddenly found the predicament slightly funny. So I went from risking looking like an uncaring jerk to a laughing, inconsiderate prick. I had to try and not laugh. The number one rule to not trying to laugh is to not look at other people, especially other people who are about to laugh as well. I chose to disregard this rule that day. I looked at my friend. I could see that she was trying not to laugh, and she could see that I was trying not to laugh. So there we were trying not to crack up while looking at the other person suffocatingly holding in their teeth. When two people are trying not to smile, it’s inevitable that both will spontaneously laugh. So of course we chuckled, softly but loud enough to cause the guy who divulged his life story to walk away. So it seems both of us are going to hell. But at least we’ll go laughing.

So the moral of this story is that we all have evil thoughts, but that doesn’t make us evil people. We shouldn’t be judged on every thought we think, just those that we choose to act upon. You might think someone wearing a certain dress looks like a horrid sack of crap, but telling them that they look nice because you know it’ll make them feel better shows that you’re compassionate. It may be the thought that counts, but it’s what we do that matters.


Editor’s Note: Okay, I know this is kind of a very lame request from me, but if you’re a reader of my blog, can you leave a comment on it. I enjoy writing these blog entries and trying to entertain you people, and I’d like to think you enjoy reading it as well. So leave a comment on what you think of what I’m writing. You can even just comment about how you think my writing is a bit shitty today. Just try not to go overboard by writing “Your blog is total shit! I hope you jump out a window!” Well whatever you choose to do, happy typing y’all.