The Pessimistic Good Man
"Why do you always keep your face like that? Like something bad's gonna happen? I mean this is an era when the law and order reached the pinnacle. All evils are gone, once and for all..."
"Well I'm glad it's gone."
"Wh... No, what I mean to say is that you are being extremely cautious."
"I guess I am."
"You expect bad things every day, when they actually happen about once in a year. You expect them not to happen, but you, EXPECT! You antagonise the so called oppressing class throughout the year as if it support the crime all the time.”
“You got it right. I expect, yes.”
“But why? Take me. What did I do? You hold the same opinion on me, as you would on an actual ‘criminal’, who ‘committed’ a crime, don’t you?”
“I’m afraid I do, sometimes.”
“This is what I mean! You are wrong all the time except that one fine day of the year!”
“The thing is son, I have to be wrong all the year in order to be right on that day! I wish I’m wrong throughout the year, BUT I’M NOT! Let that day come and then let me change my opinion on you.”
“But that day won’t come! It’s not fair!”
“Yes it isn’t. I being unfair to you is needed for me to be lawfully fair to a crook someday. Anyway, I’m not detaining you, am I?”
“Don’t justify! As an individual, I feel oppressed now, irrespective of where I was born. What do you expect me to do now?”
“Endure son. Bear with me, for it is the fault of a good number of people from where you were born. I request you so.”
“Am I in a compulsion to accept your request?”
“Not at all son, not at all. That would be the last thing I want to happen.”