I was in the dance studio area of the Esplanade library doing some work when I had to take a call. Obviously, when you take a call in the library, you can't help but talk, unless you want to be a really good citizen and keep the peace by walking like 50 metres out of the library just to take the call, but most calls don't stay ringing that long.
So I took the call. After about 2 minutes into the call, I saw a member of the library staff dressed in orange frantically gesturing at me to keep my volume down. I wasn't speaking very loudly, but I ended my call anyway.
Later, the librarian, who was a kindly old lady, explained to me that someone had threatened to complain unless I had shut the hell up. She even apologised, which I felt was really unnecessary on her part because it wasn't her fault.
I was wondering who this son of a bitch was because obviously if he or she had a problem, the wrong solution would be to complain to the library staff because you only do that if you are incapable of solving the problem yourself. If the offending party was a rowdy couple making out, then yeah by all means complain to the library staff. But a single student having a conversation on a handphone? Instead of solving the problem, this person created a new problem.
It's like trying to buy a meal at a hawker centre and you realise the hawker has no change for your 50 dollar note. Instead of going to the neighbouring hawker to ask if they have change, you fire off a letter to CASE to complain because hawkers don't carry enough change for transactions. It's this kind of what the fuck logic of Singaporeans that really gets me sometimes. You think the government is God so you don't need to use your own hands ah. If your dog shits on the floor you call NEA to come clean it right?
If the person had asked me amicably to keep my volume down, I would have lowered my volume no problem. But really, all this offended person had to do was move out of earshot, a distance of maybe 5 metres because I'm not exactly a loudhailer, but no, he or she had to complain. I know I shouldn't be making noise in a library but do you expect me to mime while taking a phone call?
I don't see why I should do keep quiet just because some random idiot wants to complain. Here's my logic. If you can use your voice to complain, why can't I use my voice to take a phone call. What makes you think that by complaining you're not causing any less of a disruption to library patrons?
I seriously can't stand such people. They give me the impression they have nothing better to do, hence they go around and screw with the lives of others. I believe they do so because they are so desperately unhappy with their own lives that they have to seek fulfillment from spreading misery.
Maybe when they were kids they didn't get any serious loving. Maybe they are suffering from the aftermath that results from the deprivation of sweets, candyfloss, bright shiny objects, or sparkly pink things. Really, I don't want to know.