Blunt

A drawing I made for recent exhibition in my campus, has nothing to do with this post

I am currently reading Battle of the Mind by William Sargant (that I borrowed from a friend of mine, Tofan, and what hate the most is that I took him to my favorite book fleamarket and he found this damn good book first) it's about the science of indoctrination, brain-washing and thought controlling.  Reading this as part of my plan to make everyone agree that The Beatles is the best band in the world, J.K Rowling doesn't use ghostwriter (my biggest childhood's fear), and adding a pinch of salt to your orange juice is actually would make it tasted better, I found more interesting facts than I expected like stress makes you dumb, inhaling ether can solve your trauma, and the true magic of playing rough and ruthless to an emotionally fragile person (when most people are like "the only way to fix this is a heart-to-heart talk" "we're not going to yell and get angry anymore, we're modern people", you know what, fuck those shits you coward)

My friend, Dinda, invited me to teach street kids who sell tissue paper around University of Indonesia art, as one of her student development program.  She told me how those kids arent easy to manage, that they cant even read properly even though they are like 8 to 13 years old.  They didnt even take this generous program to educate them seriously, they only care about how to get those tissues sold at the end of the day.

I know nothing about teaching.  When one of the kids approached us to offered us the tissue, we started a little chit chat like what's her name, how old is she, does she go to school, and what does she does when she's not selling tissues. At first, she didnt show any fascination to those origami that we held.  She answered those hastily, and then asked us to buy the tissues. Then it just went out of my mouth without thinking: "I don't want to buy your tissues, I want to ask you to play with us"

She stunned and then she asked for the origami paper.


I was sort of surprised, I thought I was going to hurt her feeling, but suddenly she showed interests when folding those papers and asked our camera and started taking pictures.  I kept watching her and cant stop being skeptic and wondering what's on her mind, but she seem enjoyed and happy.


It might happened just once for that case, but I guess it's a popular fallacy that being strict and direct is a cruel and obsolete thing