Last night when I went to bed, I was thinking about this piece I wrote on what words served. It is common wisdom that the tone of your voice is an important factor too.: It determines what people hear. Okay but then... When I asked that woman why I couldn't take the milk, there was no tone of argument in my voice. -Because as I said, I genuinely did not wish to take the milk, I only wanted to know the why I couldn't.- So there was no reason for her to perceive what I said the way she did. Then why didn't she, how come she didn't get what I meant?
And this morning... It dawned on me! The woman did not answer my question and kept saying "You cannot take it," Becaaauuuse, hold on tight, she did not have the answer to it! Not that she didn't hear me, not that she didn't understand me.
It's so often we overlook the fact that some people are robots. Especially people working such jobs. They are turned into robots by working at such jobs. The woman there has no idea why she is doing anything, she does not ask herself such questions. She does not question the "authorities" who train her for the job. She keeps confiscating stuff but it probably has never occurred to her to ask a “why” question, she is simply executing orders and making a living for herself and family.
"Critical thinking" lessons should be given at schools. Are there such courses at some universities, in certain departments? Well... That's not enough. We should start early in life, start teaching kids to think for themselves and To Question! I believe the ability to ask the right questions is a very important trait.
Last night when I went to bed, I was thinking I should have asked that man... I should have asked him what they thought I'd be doing with that obviously milk-looking-like liquid? That obviously milk-looking-like liquid which they obviously could test for explosives? What was the "threat" a less than a 100 ml milk could cause to "security"?
And when the man told me that we were in the most secure place in the world, I should have told him that I did not want this much security for myself when there were REAL bombs exploding in places on this Earth, when FLESH and BONE people like me were fleeing their homes because of REAL wars. I should have told him I didn't want to dodge the slightest risk of danger to myself.: by taking away the tiniest drop of milk from middle-aged couples with a child, by taking away the milk that had already been checked on a previous flight, even when there was no specific reason for alarm. That I DON'T wish to pay for THIS -for this cretinish act of theater devised by paranoid minds for IMAGINARY “70 ml MILK-looking-like liquid THREATS”-, when there are millions of people in desperate need of VERY REAL security in the world.
Yes, I should have told him all these... Unfortunately, I'm not that quick-witted. My mind works only after the fact. (But it works at least, that's what's important ;) I have to keep on thinking on the matter. I have to write. Writing serves to clarify my mind. It reflects my thoughts, so that I can elaborate on them, refine them. Yes, it takes time. It takes effort. But is worth it. I am accumulating these answers. So that next time when the opportunity arises, I can pull them out of my stockpile readily and use them. And perhaps, my hope is that someone reading these lines may use them; or the things I have written stay in one corner of his mind and he discusses with kith and kin. That's what writing is for: It serves to think and it serves to spread ideas. And of course it serves to keep record.