|you never know when you might need to know skills in body disposal
||[Nov. 2nd, 2006|08:15 pm]
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Here's the thing about people- as much as you think you understand about them, they can always flip on you. You'd think that this would lead to a life without trust, but on the contrary- it leads to a life seaking trust. When you feel you can't trust anyone is when you try to the hardest to find someone that can keep a secret. I don't really have any issues with this, because I don't trust anybody entirely, and that's the way I like it. But I do think it's interesting to watch people struggle so hard to find someone else that they can share their deepest, darkest, filthiest secrets with.
Busses are a good example. Busses are pretty quiet most of the time. Passengers keep to themselves, either absorbed in a book, or nodded their heads to the music only they can hear. Sometimes they sleep, and sometimes they just stare out the window. Personaly, I do none of these things exclusively. I have no routine for the bus, primarily because of my burning hatred for public transportation. I can't bring myself to do anything regularly when I'm traveling with so many strangers who are, like myself, putting their lives in the hands of a driver they probably don't even know personaly. So I try to make the best of the situation by keeping a fairly open mind. The other day on the bus, I sat in the back because no one was back there, and I was hoping to avoid the countless creepy situations that can arise from sitting alone on the bus. However, a couple stops after the one I got on at, a middle-aged woman got on the bus and sat in the row of seats across the aisle. I glanced at her out of basic instinct, but my timing was off and we made a brief moment of eye contact.
Let me just say now. This was one of the ugliest bitches I've ever seen in my life.
It wasn't even one thing that made her so hideous, but a combination of little things that just made me want to jump through the window in front of a moving car, or at least stab my eyes out with pen.
But of course, she gave a weak ass little smile of courtesy as she sat down.
I stared out the window and away from her for as long as I could, but ugly people are kind of like bloody car crashes. If you've ever heard the term 'rubber-necking,' you know what I mean. People just can't help but look. No one honestly wants to stare at some drunk teenager's decapitated body (unless it's your own handywork, then, by all means, enjoy the view), but everyone slows to stare anyone, even turning back for second and third glances. Well, I couldn't help but glance over, if for no other reason but to feel better about myself, and that bitch was looking right at me, waiting. I could see it, too. She was just waiting for me to look at her again so she could start some stupid ass conversation.
Now I'll just give you the gist, because transcribing the conversation would be the same as re-living it, and I don't want to even think about this stupid bitch more than I need to here. Basicaly, she started with small talk about the weather, which, surprise!, SUCKS, then continued on about taking the bus and how much she loves it. Now I'm not sure what happened here, but I must have missed something signifigant, because suddenly her retarded grin has turned into a depressed, fixed stare. I guess she was counting those little lines in the aisle of the bus that stop you from sliding around, because she didn't make eye contact with me while she explained how she thinks her husband is cheating on her and that her boss is probably going to fire her.
Now, if you didn't gather, I wasn't really paying too much attention here, so I didn't really catch the details, but for the sake of this post, I don't think I needed to. The point for me wasn't why this woman's life sucked so much ass, because I generaly don't think twice about other people, and I never think twice about strangers. What got me is the 'why' of the whole situation. Why the fuck did this bitch have to open up to me? Of all people, am I really so approachable that people have to share this kind of personal information with me on such a whim?
No. It's definitely not that. I'm pretty sure that people need people in more ways than we notice. Or at least in more ways than I noticed. When the people in our lives bring us down, we feel a need for either different people, or new people. What we don't think about in times of heightened emotion is that more people, different people, start from scratch, and solve nothing in the long run. People take quantity over quality, which is a shame, because aquaintances are a dime a dozen, but true friends are priceless. Learn who you can trust, and trust them. Don't pour your heart out to people on the bus, because you never know when they're going to make fun of you on the internet.
The primary source of the sway women seem to have over men, Sex was once defined as intercourse between a man and a woman. Since, the word has evolved into a more general term, breaking through the traditional bounds of flexibility in uses for a word into something far larger and more powerful. Sex is now not only an action, but a symbol in and of itself. Sex is a representation of the carnal instinct of man. Anyone who thinks I should put '(wo)' in front of 'man' needs to shut the fuck up. I'm talking about men. Men run this country, and there is no stronger woman behind every strong man. That's bullshit. We run this planet, and that's the fact. We make more money and we have more power. I'm not saying it's right by any means, just look at the condition this country is in under the leadership of a man. But this is our planet for the time being, and as men, we like sex. They say men think about sex every eight seconds, but I think that's bullshit. I've though about sex at least once every five seconds today, and I get laid pretty often. The only reason women have gained any foothold in this world is because men love sex. Sex is now defined as the ads that make us buy stuff. Sex is now defined as a business. Sex is now defined as both a way of praising someone as well as a way to bring them down. Sex is the most versatile term in the english language, and this is the most specific definition I can give for it. Sex is power. Some use it better than others to gain more power, and some misuse it and end up losing power. But in the end, sex is power.