A twenty-one–year-old is scolded by his boss for making a minor mistake. He goes back home, cries and tells his parents about this. He doesn’t dare to go back to the office the next day.
The next day, his parents go to the office and pass the resignation letter for their son.
A nineteen-year-old undergraduate did not pass her exams. She says nothing to her professor, but goes home and tells her parents.
The next day, the parents lodged an official complaint to the university.
Are the examples above too extreme to show how some Singaporeans have lived under their parents’ umbrella for so long that they’ve become weaklings? Yeah? Okay, then I’ll make it even more extreme.
Get the idea now?
I’ve almost accepted the fact that some Singaporeans have become so weak that they depend on their parents for everything. To some extent, yes, the parents could have contributed to this due to their kiasuism, but what is getting more extreme is that people in their twenties or thirties are—if I may use the word—disgustingly still depending on their parents.
Do you have a friend in his twenties or thirties who is not working yet still surviving?
Do you have a colleague in her twenties who disappeared from work all of sudden, and having the parents calling the boss?
We grow up so that we support our parents, and not the other way around. In some countries, people move out when they are in their twenties to be independent. Yet in Singapore, some people even summoned their parents to talk to the authorities?
It’s almost common to see people calling their parents when they got into a traffic accident.
Once again, I’m referring to just a minority. But still, this minority makes us look weak, because to some extent, people might stereotype us Singaporeans. After all, we’re already now recognized as uncreative and recently, pessimistic. What next?