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Here’s my attempt at making a pseudo-philosophical post;

People suck…

Why?

It’s simple. It’s human nature to cling unto someone(thing) else, in the event that something disastrous is about to occur or, in the event that one has occurred. Allow me to construe what I’m trying to imply. Take for example, two people walking side by side, and one trips and is about to fall. Two likely possible outcomes would be;

a) The person falling, would hold on to the person next to them, in an attempt to stabilize himself, more often that not, bringing the other one down with them.

b) The person next to the person falling would, if diligent enough, grab the person falling in an attempt to stop him from tumbling, which ironically, more often than not, would mean the fag noble gentleman is going to fall down with him.

One may deduce several interpretations from the previous scenario. Quoting The Archaic Vlad Tepes from Castlevania, “What is a man, but a miserable pile of secrets?” is not too far from the truth. Human nature is one of the most extensively studied subject by scientists, yet so very little is [Alot has been found, but considering the plethora of information left unknown, makes it significantly insignificant (!)] explained. Naturally, HypoG will hold your hands and further explain the nonsense afoot.

Man, is always, regardless of the situation, enshrouded by an abundance of emotions at any given time.

1) The guilt of their past

2) The anxiety/fear of the future

3) The constant reminder of incompetence [insecurity]

4) The never-ending quest to please. [Exhaustion]

5) Ignorance towards things deemed less interesting.

6) Constant Competition with his peers.

There are a couple more to list here, but I will advocate rule 5, and choose not to state them for the sake of the brevity of this article (…no really).

You may be wondering why I’ve exclusively written this post, targeting Men, yes, with a capital M, not because I may be am chauvinistic, or perhaps a misogynist but simply because stating the emotions of any woman at any given time, would lead to an exhaustive list numbering up to the millions, which is more often than not, quadrupled in the event of the faithful attendance of their bloody crony (pun intended).

For the use in this article, I shall exclusively refer to point 3 (insecurity). Man, in my experience, tend to be the most insecure of all creatures. Perhaps it’s compensation for an over-inflated ego and a microscopic penis, or, from years of being abused, maybe sodomized by their fathers during their childhood.

No less, whenever a man feels threatened, his ego attacked, the first thing he would do is, ensure his peer’s that he-the-man, and next, followed by a quick jab to the ego of the people around him, in an attempt to, 1) reassure himself, and 2) bring the other person down with them.

I shall try to relate what I mean with on going events taking place amongst a few ‘non-existent individuals’ and for this, any and all claims made are just that; assumptions, and hypothetical!

In an attempt not to confuse the reader, by using generalized names, I shall refer to each individual with their own identifiable identity for identifying them throughout the remaining part of this article. HypoG, shall remain as HypoG, so you may continue basking in the glory that is HypoG.

Let’s begin…

Rx-7 : Homes, I was doing my attachment in the hospital today, and I witnessed this surgery, and shit, it was good.

HypoG : Wow, sounds interesting.

Rx-7 : Yeah homes, the doctor started questioning me and I could not answer most of it. Tell me homes, do you know what’s the minimum amount of blood required for a person to stay concious?

HypoG : Wow, they ask you that, that’s just crazy.

Rx-7 : Yeah homes, but tell me, do you know what’s the minimum amount of blood required for a person to stay concious?

HypoG : Not a fuckin’ clue, perhaps it has to do with being less than [p02] of the arteries? 120 was it?

Rx-7 : No homes, in ml and shit

HypoG : Tell me

Rx-7 : *Grin/Smile/Reassured of his position* : 200 ml and shit!

HypoG : I see.

Rx-7 : Later he asked me about points to hit local anesthetics, something about knowing exact nerve openings and shit.

HypoG : Should be alright I think, if anything, just hit the mo-fuckin’ anserinus* with a nice amount of local.

(Pes Anserinus is a part where the facial nerve, branches into tonnes of pairs, (about 5-6 depending on which book you look at for the definition) and common understanding is that injecting local anesthetics around this region at the appropriate branches could cause loss of feelings around the area of your cheek, infraorbital [below the eye], and some temporal regions, It’s AoE [Area of Effect] basically surrounds your nose)

Rx-7 : No homes (*Again, reassured, and back on his throne, with the biggest grin –> “1.7 cm from the midline of the visual calcases”.

HypoG : Damn they be exact, I don’t think any student knows that shit.

Rx-7 : Exactly!

What’s this mean? Rx-7 was obviously asked a question that he could not answer to the satisfaction of the surgeon he was under. With his ego bruised, the first thing he had to do was to ensure that his peers were immediately checked to see if they know this, hoping they don’t, as to reassure Rx-7’s insecurity issues.

Another case in point!

WNC (Waja Non-CamPro 1.6) : Do you know what’s the treatment for Stroke?

HypoG : Blood thinners I reckon, to dissolve the clot, maybe Warfarin* if situation allows.

(Warfarin is a very potent and dangerous anticoagulation medication usually taken orally)

WNC : (*Insert Grin/Happy Face) Nonsense, aspirin la! Must use blood thinners one…anti-platlet

HypoG : Warfarin….is….also….a….blood….thinner..

WNC : No, the Doctor said only aspirin. (Reassuring himself)

HypoG : Okay, whatever. (Annoyed)

Here’s a case where you’re right with an alternate answer, but considering that WNC has already decided to nail you whenever your answer is not the exact answer gotten from his doctor, regardless of the authenticity of your answer.

Here’s one final example;

WNC : Today A patient came in with a seizure, do you know what’s the treatment?

HypoG : Valium, I’d reckon. (Change I’d reckon with the term ‘kot’ and that sounds like me, but again for this article, I’ve to follow some ground rules!)

WNC : No…(Oh-Shit-He-Knows–face, Damnit all to fuckin hell)…yeah you’re right, valium.

In this event, we realize that WNC was asked a question and probably didn’t know the answer and is rather disappointed when his Peer has the answer. Naturally, this is another blow to WNC’s ego.

Before I conclude this entry, I must say the following. What I wrote earlier, is not written with any intent of malice. I’m no better than the ones quoted because to be completely honest, I practice the same thing, often questioning them on things I recently learned, and on questions I could not answer. However, it is not hypocritical, for I did not condemn this attitude, merely, am stating the fact that this is what is happening! As a matter of fact, let me be the first to state that amongst all the people quoted, I just might be the most insecure.

You could argue that this is a method of disseminating knowledge, and keeping our friends up to par, but to be completely honest, beyond the facade that we set up, and through all the bullshit we may utter to explain the attitude, what it simply boils down to is : The male ego is easily bruised, immediately jetting man into a world of insecurity. It is only natural man try to overcome this by reassuring himself with the failure of others. Survival of the fittest, it’s a competition, point 6!

The insecure,

HypoG

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