I bet my bad-english on what major of my city called “Kamis English” day in this thursday. “Kamis English” encourages all of Bandung citizens to use english in every Thursday, just as in “Rebo Nyunda” that encourages citizens to use Sundanese.
It’s been ages since I write my opinion in full-english. It’s because I don’t want to destruct mother-language with using too much mix-language (ex: writting in both in Indonesian and English to get a sophisticated touch in my piece of essay).
Now, I want to learn writing in english again. It’s been a long time and I realize my english ability becomes sucks. But I want to improve and fix it.
I want to talk about what people say as “self-mockery”. Reffering to http://www.macmillandictionary.com/, self-mockery is the practice of making yourself appear silly to show other people that you have a humorous attitude towards yourself.
Several people afraid their vulnerability can being seen with the others. It makes them try as hard as possible to hide it.
Even though their vulnerability has revealed, they keep ignorance about it and continuously find any way to hide it.
But me, as a human-being— realize that I’m not perfect although I try hard to be perfect. I’m not ashamed of it because nobody is perfect.
So rather than hide my vulnerability, I choose not to show it or hide it. I choose to let the others know it naturally. When they reveal my bad sides, I accept it, laugh with them, but commit to cure my vulnerability as hard as I can.
I don’t like a feeling when people thinking about me as “-such-a-very-cool-lady” or “too-bad-bitch”. Everybody has good and bad sides. We’re in a same level of coolness but in different shape. :D
So, I’d rather to making myself appear silly, booing my self in public that I’m not that good and not that bad just as you are (in different version).
And, yes, I have my favorite piece of story about “self-mockery”. It played by Saudah, widowed-woman who is Muhammad SAW’s second wife.
So here it is: Once upon a time, Saudah saw Rasulullah was sad. Seeing that situation, Saudah cheered up his husband with this sentence: “O’ Rasulullah. Yesterday I pray with you as my Imam and you did a sujood in a very long time. And I felt my blood go down to the nose!”
Hearing that joke, Rasulullah laughed with his teeth seen and his sorrow suddenly drained away. :D
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