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Tuesday, July 12, 2005

The Common Grudge

This is also an old piece (one of my BETTER quarter-term papers). This was quite to my liking, as many of my friends are currently possessed by the retched creatures... and I always enjoy a good metaphor...thingy. Anyway. A Sci-Fi piece? A Social Commentary? A Spoof?... you decide.

Citizens of the world, I address you under the gravest of circumstances. The dignity, nay, the very existence of the human race is itself at stake, and will surely be lost if we fail to unite against the forces that are now endangering our society. Once considered harmless, this unseen foe has already infiltrated our politics, our social systems and even our very own minds. It’s cunning, it’s deceptive, and it’s uncompromising. It masquerades under many personas, stirring all kinds of malice from absolute abhorrence to disguised dislike, but no matter what guise, it’s nothing more than what researchers call “The Common Grudge.” Harmless, you say? Undisruptive, you say? Far from it, my dear fellows! Few can be found that have not already been overtaken by its lies. It will take the work of the entire human population to truly undermine the Grudge’s influence, because for every Grudge that can be found, another is inevitably nearby. If we are to stop this seemingly unshakable force, we must first educate the general public; they must know what it is, what it does, how to detect it, and especially what to do to fight it.

The Common Grudge (Grudgius futilius) is a tricky fellow, very cunning and rather slippery in his ways. Well, I say ‘his,’ but truly, it has no gender. Nor can it be seen at all – though there are other ways to detect it. Grudges come in all different shapes and sizes, and each will try to take on a separate guise that best suits its host’s thinking. Host, you ask? Yes, I said host. The Common Grudge is a parasite, and is therefore unable to live off anything but humans, particularly the brain, or even the heart (if given ample time and provisions).

The Common Grudge chooses its prey according to circumstances. It has the innate ability to sense fear or emotional injury; thus, its victims are often those who are prone to gossip and/or quick judgments, or have been recently hurt by someone else (referred to as “the Offender”). Once its prey is sighted, the Grudge imperceptibly perches itself on its target’s shoulder and, when the opportune moment arrives, stealthily enters the person’s head. It then establishes itself around the brain, all the while whispering its lies to its new host. These lies will almost always be about one of two things. The first, and most apparent, is usually about “the Offender” – in the cases discussed above, this person is either the one who hurt the Host, the topic of negative gossip, or someone the Host just doesn’t particularly like. The second type of lie is more complex, and harder to discern from truth; the Grudge will always try to justify its residence by giving legitimate reasons [all fallacies, of course] for the host to be mad at the aforementioned ‘Offender.’ New evidence suggests that the Grudge can do more than just persuade, however; researchers theorize that the Grudge has the ability to obscure the Host’s vision when looking at the Offender with a sort of “screen” effect, thus replacing the image with one that conjures up even more disdain until it has grown into blind hatred, and keeping the Host from seeing the real person.

The easiest ways to identify a Grudge stems from its own shortcomings. Once it is well established, the Common Grudge will begin to feel the urge to show off; this, in turn, provides an ideal opportunity for identifying Grudges in others. Conversation in particular (especially about the Offender or any related topic) will provoke the Grudge to show itself through the Host’s expression, words, or actions. The resulting evidence can range anywhere from a subtle eye roll, to a derisive comment behind the Offender’s back; they may even hurl insults and accusations directly at the Offender. Sadly, while this can help educated citizens recognize a Grudge, it can also make matters worse – more often that not, the Host’s Grudge will hurt, upset, or offend the original Offender, and once they are emotionally injured, they’re bound to take on a Grudge of their own. For this reason, Grudges tend to come in pairs. However, because many people have more than one Offender, it is possibly to end up with quite an accumulation of Grudges living - cramped but content - inside their skull. And they don’t just sit there – oh no, not at all. They’ll eat a person alive. If the Offender is a comrade, a perfectly good friendship will be thrown away; if he or she is a family member, family bonds may become strained to the breaking point; if it’s a colleague, work can become hell. Or – consider this: surprising new evidence shows that ‘the Offender’ may not always be a single person – in fact, they may not even be an acquaintance. ‘The Offender’ could be a group - be it racial, social, or even just stereotypical – that the Host is prejudiced against. Experts theorize that things like Prejudice, Bigotry, Stereotyping, and Racism may just be complex aliases for the Common Grudge. If this proves to be true, then we have a very dangerous situation on our hands.

Detecting Grudges inside your own brain is a much more difficult task – even some of the wisest people in history let Grudges have free reign on their character. Even Thomas Jefferson, co-author of the Declaration of Independence and third President of the U.S., let a Grudge torture him so much that he resigned his job as George Washington’s Secretary of State just so he could work against Andrew Hamilton (Secretary of the Treasury) rather than with him. In his case, a vicious Grudge emerged simply because of their conflicting political views.

Nevertheless, if you are determined to purge your subconscious of these foul creatures, it CAN be done. But the task can be harrowing. Not only will you have to go against your instincts, you will probably have to repeat the process more than once: few people to date have been able to extricate all the Grudges from a single Host in one go.

The best way to remove a Grudge when you discover it in yourself is to first identify the Offender. Ask yourself who it is you supposedly “can’t stand,” who it is that you always complain about, who it is that you haven’t forgiven. Once you’ve determine why the Offender has earned that title, seek to unearth the truth of the matter. Is the Offender really as bad as the Grudge claims, or has it focused only on their faults? Be sure to remember, all human beings have faults (otherwise we’d have perfect people – and we don’t). Some people’s shortcomings are more obvious than others’, and even when they’re not, we have a tendency to blow them out of proportion. Of course, it is possible that you truly were wronged by the Offender. Be that as it may, we must learn to forgive others even when we know they’re in the wrong, or the Common Grudge will go on flourishing until the human race wipes itself out. Forgiveness may not always equate to friendship, but it does mean that the loathing must be replaced with another emotion. If necessary, confront the person about your conflicts and seek a solution or compromise, but no matter what, try to see their good, even if they maintain their Grudge against you. In case you don’t, yet another hungry Grudge will be poised, hissing and spitting, just waiting for you to open your mind to its treachery.

Undermining every Grudge inside is a long and arduous task for any individual, but it’s a battle that we must win. One Grudge always leads to another: if we fail to forgive those who wound us and cast out our Grudges, then we are doomed to be strangled by our own hatred. But there is hope – a handful of people who are able to free themselves from the clammy, choking claws of the Common Grudge and leave the vile creatures to starve and vanish, could inspire those around them and set off a chain reaction that would remedy our situation. We must meet this threat head-on. The future of mankind depends on it.

Citizens of the world… you have been warned!

Why Is Santa So Stinkin' Jolly?

The following is a last minute quarter-term paper for a writing class I took. And when I say last-minute, I MEAN last-minute. Upon re-reading, however, it struck my fancy. Well, at least, the 2nd paragraph is worth a read. :)

"Jolly Old Saint Nick"
Still Smiling After All These Years of Hard Work… How Does He Do It? And WHY?


"Jolly old Saint Nicholas," they call him. So why is he so jolly, you ask? Well, That smile he wears beneath his snowy white beard could be one of joy and satisfaction; your parents and preschool teachers probably told you that it was the joy of giving alone that kept him smiling. But maybe there's something else behind that grin. Maybe he's just happy not to be lounging around the North Pole for one day of the year. Or… well, one of the many Christmas carols bearing his name continues past the age-old moniker to ask him…

"…Lean your ear this way!
Don't you tell a single soul
What I'm going to say…"

Judging from this, I'd say that it could very well be a knowing smile. Yet another carol, "Santa Claus is Coming to Town," provides us with more evidence of his apparent omniscience. Could it be all the things he knows that keep his "droll little mouth"1 pushed upward into a smirk?

First off, you would have to have a good sense of humor to do a job like his. Imagine being holed up in the North Pole for 364 days at a time - and even 365 in leap years. (Saint Nick supposedly died in 350 A.D., though we know he actually just retreated to the Arctic at that time to start his business… so take into account that he's been doing this for upwards of 1,650 years, too.) Imagine overseeing hundreds of elves, learning all their names, and trying not to step on them; living constantly in the cold, using enough Kleenex to cover the entire island of Bermuda, which is where you'd rather be; and of course, making that list and checking it once… twice… thrice… until you're reciting it in your sleep. Imagine all this for 364 days of the year, with only one - December the twenty-fourth - that you actually do your job on. The one day he's famous for is spent in a whirlwind of activity as he rushes around the globe to get all the goods delivered by morning in each time zone. If I were Santa (which I'm not… ), I'd be so excited about my one day of activity that I'd not only smile, I'd also wet myself. Okay, maybe not quite that thrilled… but it must get horribly boring at the top of the world. It may be hard to imagine Santa being bored, with all the work that goes into the toy-making up there; but that's what the elves are there for. And all except for Rudolph's "clay-mation" friend, Hermy (the one with dental aspirations), they seem to enjoy it. This leaves the Big Man plenty of time to do nothing - teach the reindeer new tricks, brush up on his "Ho-Ho-Ho"-ing, you know, that sort of thing. I can just picture him fighting boredom by binging on cookies, milk, fudge, hot chocolate, cheese… and then getting chased around by Mrs. Claus when she discovers that he's been slipping all his vegetables to the reindeer whenever she turns her back. That many centuries of the same thing could put a lot of stress on a marriage. Maybe he's secretly glad to be away from his nagging wife for a few hours, with plenty of sweets awaiting him at each stop.

Then again, maybe it's all the sweets that make him so jovial. The "Sugar High" has long been a myth among parents and children alike, especially those in need of an excuse for their energy. Could it be that Santa is yearly proof of this phenomenon? If he eats nothing but sugary foods for 24 hours, he's likely to get quite a kick from it whether the "Sugar High" theory is true or not.

Of course, there's always the possibility that he's gone slightly mental after all these years and that he's smiling simply because he's completely off his rocker… but I think he's smiling because of all the secrets he has behind that silly grin of his. The human psyche is wonderfully intriguing, with all of its whims and dreams and subconscious desires - and he seems to be able to pick out many of them. Ever forget to address that letter to Santa when you were younger, and then magically get the gift anyway the next month? I'd say he called on his mind-reading abilities when he realized he had no requests from you yet. And even if your letter did make it all the way north - would YOU spend your whole year reading the billions of letters kids had sent you? I think not. It'd be much easier and more efficient to already know their contents! A verse from the carol "Santa Claus is Coming To Town" reads as follows:

"He sees you when you're sleeping,
He knows when you're awake,
He knows when you've been bad or good
so be good for goodness' sake!..."

Besides making him sound like a stalker (which he almost has to be… they don't call him Father Christmas for nothing), the song claims that he's constantly aware of where you are and what you're doing. What you're thinking logically follows. Those who think it's a ludicrous idea can go about their naughty business, but they better be ready to find a nasty lump of coal in their stocking after he makes his rounds. I could definitely see him smirking at that ("Ha-ha! Serves you right!" …or something along those lines), but is it possible he's laughing at all the other ridiculous things going on in our heads?

Or maybe it really is the simply joy of giving that keeps him so fat and jolly. Finally delivering the last present of six billion has got to be fulfilling somehow, but just between you and me, I think he enjoys the escape more. Be it a smile of joy, relief, keen understanding or mild insanity, something keeps "His droll little mouth… drawn up like a bow."(1) Regardless of the motivation behind his cheeky grin, though… maybe someone should leave him a certificate for a free vacation in the Bahamas instead of cookies next Christmas.

(1). Moore, Clement Clark. "'Twas the Night Before Christmas" or "Account of a visit from Saint Nicholas" ca. 1823