Be nice to me

While being sick the past few days and resting on my bed aimlessly, some random thoughts popped up in my head. It had to do a little about religion. It’s kind of a sensitive issue for some so I’ll lay back a little. 1^st thing that crossed my mind is the concept of Buddhism.

Since young, I’ve been like watching all those Chinese drama like Sun Wu Kong and how when most people die, they go to Hell and wait along some “weird valley of wandering souls” for their turn to reincarnate. It’s like how your life is separated into 2 separate containers, a black jar, and a white one. For every good deed that you do, you put a pebble into the white one, and for every bad deed that you do, a pebble into the black jar. So basically, life is an accumulation of good deeds and bad. If you accumulate a lot pebbles in the black jar you’re going to go into the basement 18^th of hell. If you’re good, you’ll be reincarnated into a good family, and if you’re somewhat bad, maybe a cockroach in the same family household.

What seems a little warped is that ever since a kid, my parents tell me not to talk about religion stuff to others as it is a sensitive subject .15 years later, here I am thinking about the same issue when I was 7.

I was given the liberation of visiting my friends place ever since I was 12 years old. Whenever I’m at a friend’s place, I’ll see their grandma or grandpa and being a well mannered young boy than, I would greet them “Aunty, Uncle, hello.” What really puzzles me is that when I was small and innocent, I would think this: “When Uncle and Aunty die in future, they might reincarnate to become my Son or daughter next time.” Obviously I did not say that to my friends lah. I mean common. How cool is that? Your friend’s grandparents becoming your children. Weren’t they the ones who were telling your friend how he should behave before? And now you get the chance to do the same to them. Haha. How ironic man.

Right now, the same idiotic thought crosses my mind. Imagine this- your Boss whom you totally abhor in office asks you to overtime for no extra pay, you go home in a bad mood, and when your son (who was actually the reincarnation of your boss’s grandma) irritates the shit out of you when you get home, you give him a lashing which he does not really deserve. Maybe that’s what child abuse is about. What comes around goes around man. You can’t really tell who my future child or grandchild really was in his previous life right? So next time you see me on the street, don’t forget to be nice to me. :)