“That we are capable only of being what we are remains our unforgivable sin.” ― Gene Wolfe
reminder to self: "That YOU that you are so proud of is a story woven together by your interpreter module to account for as much of your behavior as it can incorporate, and it denies or rationalizes the rest." "Who's in Charge? Free Will and the Science of the Brain" by Michael S. Gazzaniga
This morning as I set my Starbucks coffee on top of my car to extract my lunch and purse from the passenger seat, I was approached by two homeless people. They asked me if I could spare some change for soup. Thinking about the coffee on top of my car, and remembering that I had a $5 bill in my wallet, I decided I would give it to them, since they seemed legitimately homeless and like nice people. While I was looking in my purse for my wallet, the homeless woman told me, "Wow, you have some beautiful hair!" Now, if there's anything I'm vain about, it's my hair, so that genuinely made me smile. "Thanks," I said, as I handed her the $5 and, awkwardly, she said "Thanks" at the same time. The man elaborated: "You have a nice day! God bless you!" And as they were walking away he added something else, the first part of which I couldn't quite hear, but it definitely ended with "Americans love people like you." It sounded like "Pan-Americans," but I don't think that's a thing. I retrieved my coffee and took a sip, feeling like I had earned my little morning luxury today, and also thinking that the homeless people had given me more than I'd given them.
Not two minutes later, some guy tried to run me over with his BMW as I crossed the street.
Masquerading as a normal person day after day is exhausting.
That's what baseball looks like to us and basketball looks like a game made to be played by only 7 feet tall black guys and to be cheered on by skinny white girls trained at schools since childhood, supported by their parents to become sluts (cheerleaders).
I have imposed a new rule against fat people riding in my car for these reasons: (A) They whine about there not being much room and (B) they also wear down my shocks. If my car is too small for your fat ass, then get out and walk so that one day, you'll have room.