Skip navigation“Do I really look like a guy with a plan? You know what I am? I’m a dog chasing cars. I wouldn’t know what to do with one if I caught it! You know, I just, do things.

The mob has plans, the cops have plans, Gordon’s got plans. You know, they’re schemers. Schemers trying to control their worlds. I’m not a schemer. I try to show the schemers how, pathetic, their attempts to control things really are. So, when I say, ah, come here, when I say that you and your girlfriend was nothing personal, you know that I’m telling the truth.

It’s the schemers that put you where you are. You were a schemer, you had plans, and uh, look where that got you. I just did what I do best. I took your plan and I turned it on itself.

Look what I did, to this city with a few drums of gas and a couple of bullets. Hm? You know what, you know what I noticed? Nobody panics when things go according to plan. Even if the plan is horrifying. If tomorrow I tell the press that like a gang banger, will get shot, or a truckload of soldiers will be blown up, nobody panics, because it’s all, part of the plan. But when I say that one, little old mayor will die, well then everyone loses their minds!

Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I’m an agent of chaos. Oh and you know the thing about chaos, it’s fair.”

Even after all this time, this is the monologue in The Dark Knight that’s etched into my memory. I can close my eyes, and hear Heath Ledger’s voice, hear that rhythmic pronunciation and odd elocution that marked such a brilliant performance.

You know why? Because I’m a schemer. I heard that dialogue, and identified with it instantly. Sure the Joker’s talking to Dent. But he’s talking about me. Well about people like me. The whole “I got a plan; I’m in control; Life is gonna follow the path I tell it to follow” attitude. For a while, life even plays along.

Life doesn’t give a damn. Life is more like the Joker’s description of it than anyone’s willing to admit. There is chaos, there is chance, there is luck. There is being born in the right month, and growing up in the right neighbourhood and there is being smart and there is being hardworking. There’s the illusion that what we do matters.

The recognition that I’m a schemer is liberating. It frees me up to accept that the way I see the world, the way I want the world to be, doesn’t have to be identical with the way the world is. I’m thankful for all the coincidence, the fate, the chaos, that has given me so much, and created so much good in my life. I shrug of the bad in life as fate, chaos and chance. I can plan, contingency plan, contingency – contingency plan, and yet not worry about what will happen, and to be unconcerned when the plans disappear in a puff of smoke.

Have I become a fan of chaos and anarchy? Not yet. I like order. But I can’t shake the notion that the more comfortable I become with chaos, the more I enjoy its presence, and the more I want its presence. Things aren’t as interesting when they go according to plan.


One Comment

    • zaineb
    • Posted December 4, 2008 at 1:55 pm
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    Hope for the best…

    prepare for the worst!~

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