There are times when I really want to understand how the average Filipino can be so mind-bogglingly ignorant and stupid. It really is a phenomenon that has my full curiosity. So much so, that if it were possible to actually have the average Filipino brain in my head for 5 minutes, and be able to remember or recall what it was like, I think I would want to experience it, simply to have a measure of understanding.
But of course, that is not possible. So one can only speculate based on their long term observations and contact with the average Filipino moron, what might (or might not) be going on inside that severely under used chunk of biology inside their skull.
So here is my best speculation. This is what I think I might experience if I could spend 5 minutes with a Filipino brain in my head:
A constant white noise or hum that makes it nearly impossible to process what my eyes see and what my ears hear.
Maximum 3 to 4 second attention span. I would most likely only be able to process the first 3 or 4 seconds of what was seen or heard per sentence or visual data or image. It would be like only hearing the first 3 or so seconds of what someone said to me. If the sentence is short enough to fit in that attention span, no problem. Sentences longer than 3 to 4 seconds would cut off, and my reply would have to be derived only from the information obtained within that initial 3 or 4 seconds. Often resulting in replies that are irrelevant to the conversation, or simply are a non-answer if the sentence was in the form of a question. This COULD explain the epidemic blank stare.
Total freedom from concern or worry about anything whatsoever past, present and future. Nothing seems important. I probably would not understand the concept of importance except for my own desires, wants, and needs. This could be blissful.
Tunnel vision. A complete absence of peripheral vision. Or at best, no ability to process anything in peripheral vision.
Constantly thinking the brakes on the car don’t work and they keep making a loud noise every time I press them… But always realizing JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME before slamming into someone or something that the brakes are the pedal to the left of the accelerator and NOT on the steering wheel. Constantly confusing my brakes for the horn, and my horn for the brakes. Constantly confused as to the appropriate times to use them.
I’m sure there’s plenty more I could think of, but I just wanted to give a few of my speculations.
Now I would like to hear from you. I would like to see YOUR list of what you might experience if you could spend 5 minutes with a Filipino brain in your head.
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