Archive for January, 2008

Animal Revolution

I was casually standing at the bus stop when I noticed a sticker next to the schedule which read “Against Capitalism and Animal Experiments” and looked kind of like this (see picture)animal1.gif. It looked characteristically boring extreme-left, but the paw spiced things up a bit. I started wondering why some people need a political cause to accompany their philanthropy. Instead of exploiting animals for some ridiculous image and slogan - which could easily be from the extreme right, which the aspiring token communist will naturally deny - why not just try to help animals without ulterior motives (=gain people for their political cause)? Well, they are morons, no matter which political extreme they belong to, and I would rather go out there and rescue some bunnies myself than support some political extreme in any way.

If someone really wants to help animals http://www.peta.org is the way to go!

I hate your socks!

Apparently, I’m scary. The way a person of color scares a white supremacist. I was sitting in the bus a couple of days ago, minding my own business, when a mother with her child sat down opposite of me. Immediately, mom started inspecting me, meanwhile not listening to whatever boring story her daughter was telling. Mommy’s eyes wandered from my shoes to the top of my head, then to her daughter and what she said was “let’s go sit somewhere else.” Yeah, thanks. If I had worn a t-shirt with “I want to kill you” printed all over it, I would’ve understood her reaction, but since I hadn’t, I didn’t.

Not that I have a problem if someone thinks my black clothes equal evil (though, I pity people who roll that way), but I didn’t just appear out of nowhere, I was sitting there before she sat down and, well, she saw me sitting there. So instead of going someplace else right then, she sat down and decided (?) to be a bitch.

I did not give this incident much thought, but started wondering after a while: how unconsciously discriminating are we? People who say that they are so tolerant, they never discriminate against anybody are simply denying what they really feel. I think we do discriminate. Constantly. So, are there no tolerant people out there? Can’t we simply not discriminate people around us?

I think there are many, many tolerant people out there and I like to think of myself as one of them. Tolerant, of course, as in I really don’t mind what people do or how they live as long as they don’t shove it in my face (Hello, we would like to talk to about God). I’m not really talking about ethnicity or alternative lifestyles as anyone who dislikes somebody for color of the skin or sexual orientation is retarded anyway, but I’m talking about how people actually behave - how they are, or pretend to be in public. However, who can really deny that when we meet someone for the first time, we instantly have this like/dislike feeling. Either totally cool or a total dufus or indifferent (which is kinda negative, too, don’t you think?). So maybe her reaction was a delayed response to her initial sentiment toward me, or indifference turned into disliking. Naturally, I cannot blame her for not liking me, but whatever the reason: I can blame her for acting like a jerk, which is what really bugged me.

Is discrimination necessarily bad, though? Isn’t it sometimes more like a big eye rolling. Last week, as I saw this guy, prancing around with his fancy cell phone headset thing in his ear, chatting, my first thought was “how incredibly stupid some people are,” and even though this sounds quite hypocritical - I enjoy being that way. If people practically invite me not to like them, I accept, not caring if they are red, green or purple. If I think some gal looks like a hooker, I have no problem with pointing that out to a friend. After all, being mean is kinda fun. However, I, at least, have the basic human decency not to make people feel like shit (not that I felt like shit, I was merely stunned by mom’s behavior).

Going back to my initial question ‘how unconsciously discriminating are we?’ I come to the conclusion that it’s simply how we are. At least how I am. Even though, I (and I assume others as well) usually suppress my initial judgments, they are still there and I can’t help it. Nevertheless, I want to wear the tolerance hat and who really wants to take that away from me? After all, we are all in the same boat.

The times they are a-changin’

2 things:

1. If I have to listen to this god-awful song ever again I will kill someone.

2. I went from blogger.com to wordpress.com because WP appears to be totally rad. Actually, I am quite stunned that my blogging life is already in upheaval. Promising. Or not.

Insomnia

Already, the idea to become a blogger turns out to be less than great. I wasn’t expecting a turn for the worse that fast…after all, I just got started with this whole blogging business.

After a more or less relaxed evening of desperately trying to find the right balance between nice-to-look-at and I-don’t-necessarily-want-to-scratch- my-eyes-out I settled on the skin/color combination you are admiring right now. Having done my good deed to mankind for the day, I threw myself on the sofa and enjoyed James Bond playing with his Octopussy. I went to bed at 2:30AM.

3:23AM (approximately): I was still wide awake, questioning my decision to go for the expensive hair conditioner the other day, and debating whether to turn on the TV or not.

3:36AM: The TV still off and content with my purchase of a 15€ hair conditioner but still not asleep I decided to get up and have a glass of water. Here’s the thing: if you are desperately trying to fall asleep gulping down a big glass of semi-cold, fresh, sparkling water is not quite the best idea. All those little bubbles march down your throat, tickling, fox-trotting their way to your belly and then rush up and explode into your brain, leaving you not only even more awake than you had been before, but also slightly dizzy.

3:46AM: Loo.

Around 4AM I finally fell asleep having a weird dream about frogs (this can’t be good) and a bullfrog called Jeremiah, which probably is even worse…

I hate not being able to sleep as that is exactly the time you start asking yourself all those questions (is Mitt Romney’s hair real?) to which nobody knows the answer anyway (do plants have feelings?) and in the end you end up dreaming something really weird (for which I blame this blog) . . . I guess next time I’ll try to avoid hurling myself into a void of unanswerable questions and just get hammered until I pass out (avoiding dreaming in the process). At the very least the aftereffects will not be as horrible as the dreams you have if you don’t go for the liquor cabinet.

Jeremiah was a bull frog
Was a good friend of mine
I never understood a single word he said
But I helped him a-drink his wine…

Finally…

After many a sleepless nights, ruminating whether or not to take the plunge I came to the conclusion that I, too, just like the rest of the blogging people out there, cannot resist the urge to spill my guts all over the place, gracing (torturing) the whole wide world with my very, very deep thoughts. Or something.