Of Queues

You know what’s annoying? Standing in a queue, it brings so much sadness to your thoughts. A queue is something that usually makes you aware of what your worth might be; the more your worth to the world, lesser the queues you would have to stand in, but when you’re apparently in a queue it would treat you the same as every other individual who is a part of it, queues do not discriminate as people do. In a hate inflicted world which cannot catch a breath, a queue would be an involuntary pause which lets you think about so many disparate aspects of life which have been deliberately neglected and the possibilities they hold. I’m a strong believer of fatalism, what I want to imply that death is inevitable and very much real and our present social construct does not actually prepare us well to deal with or rather knowing the life we have been bestowed with, it keeps us busy and before we realize that we actually have a life to live, most of it is blown away in a puff of smoke.
Supposedly, I am in a queue, the purpose is to obtain a worthless piece of paper which I know is marginally going to make life easier, would gain me nothing on a personal level but, here I am sweating in the scorching sun, famished, succumbing to the traditions and hollow manners of the world, wasting time which could have been invested in something productive and of actual value (at least to me).

I am guessing that queues mustn’t have been invented, they would have just come into existence, I mean who would want to invent something like a queue when impatience is one of our basic and primordial personality traits. I cannot imagine a man voluntarily giving his place to another and waiting in his stead. We are not creatures of order, it has to be imposed on us, thus queues are nothing but impositions, yes they do bulldoze order in situation of barbaric unevenness yet, no matter how many facades it is put under but without it we would wipe our existence out from the face of the earth. The sole purpose was of this post is to bring out that queues aren’t really that uninteresting, there’s lot more to it than its existence as a formation, it displays vivid colors of human emotions in a single collective ; displeasure, hope, anger, succor and maybe a little bit of romance. So, next time you’re in a queue just try and embrace its intriguing projections lest whining.