this is rather interesting and carries some truth to it. people should know better than to make promises in Lebanon, people should never be too optimistic for their own sake, the better approach simply proclaim we will promise nothing, everything is an uphill, we will try our best and every little thing we can achieve is an achievement in this treacherous and unfriendly environment.3azizi Iron, I'll tell you why the reasons you give, to explain Bassil's failure in many peoples eyes, are not screwing right through the heads of the listeners, bel roughm enno they make sense.
Rule number one: get used to normal people becoming instantly weird at times. Reason and logic are to no avail, try something else if you insist on wanting to reach them.
Rule number two: in our human client-server relationships, it's often about how you, the server, are emotionally perceived. And the client is always right, even when infected, infested, hijacked and dumb.
Take for example the case of the gipsy beggar I meet every day. She's kind of ageless and looks sad, I call her Sad Liza. I am sure you met her cousins in your own neighborhood.
She sits on the same spot of the street where I live. Ever since she watched me the first time, eagerly digging in my pocket for a dollar to give her, she started to smile at me. A faint smile at first, but which grew bigger for each one-dollar meeting, to the point where I one day could catch a golden glimpse of her wisdom teeth.
While most passers-by seem to not even notice her existence, it didn't take long before I began to feel an obligation to give her that dollar, and at the same time guilt for not having one on me at the time of our almost daily rendez-vous.
One day, after the obligation-guilt crisis in my head - and no dollars in my pocket - had reached its peak, I decided to stop feeding the woman dollars. No more. Not One.
Guess what happened?
Long story short: while I'm certain the poor woman never bothered expressing her complaint about the hundreds others who she meets daily but who don't even bother noticing her, she started to focus on me, giving me that demanding stare, rather more angry than sad. I, who gave her but now stopped giving her, deserve now her silent, yet much outspoken, complaint. Kamen shwei and I suspect she might lose it totally one day, w yekhtor 3a bela tnott w teshlakhne shi kaff ma3 shi la3neh ghajariyeh, ditching all social rules including the respect for the size of my biceps.
Interesting, no? Obviously to the beggar, my "client", I was that little hope and expectation, serving her one small daily contribution. I failed her expectation and she decided to give a sh!t about the complicated metaphysics that could lie behind me not carrying ca$h (forgot my wallet at home.. didn't get my monthly salary.. the cash machine is broken.. bought myself an ice cream for the last dollar I had..). Clearly even less about the quantum effects of others who never care about her. Khirmit 3layyeh, only me, the one who had raised her hopes but failed to keep delivering.
This is not to liken them to beggars, but some people, our citizen clients, have developed a similar syndrome towards Bassil and FPM. To these people, he who promised nothing nor showed the least interest, he's an evident failure who they never counted on to begin with. Their frustration and anger go to those who raised hope, and failed their promise. Rule nr 1.
These people feel emotionally betrayed. And you don't "reason" away someone's "feelings". Rule nr 2.