Sushi for thought

The only reason anyone would want something perfect is so that they could have the pleasure of messing it up. Say for example you're in the bus, yes my sanctuary. And you see this perfect girl. No, not my lesbian tendancies, just that girls tend to look after their appearance more often than guys do(or that could be a strange stereotype which someone will proove me wrong on). In ANY CASE after i justify myself 100 times, you see this perfect person. They have everything in place, their hair is straightened to the perfect degree, their shirt is the right length and size and their shoes match their outfit impecably. They never make a movement out of place or heighten their voice if its not needed. This eyecandy of sweetshop heaven. So IF you were attracted to this person, wouldn't you just wanna take them home and be the one priviledged enough to mess up their hair, make them squeal in that unorderly fashion and just screw up this whole image you'd be lucky enough to engulf? I would. And as for the people out there in buses and trams who don't have this perfect image, don't you just love being the relaxed disorderly persony you are able to be?

Other than that, i realised that being good mannered is scary. Giving up your seat to that old lady, in Geneva, is harder than it should be. First of all, if you had the guts to tap them on the arm and offer them your seat, they might bluntly refuse it, and you'd sit there wondering what was wrong with you in the first place. When this doesn't hapepn, because most probably you're one of those people with such a low self esteem that you want to blend into society as quietly as possible, you're just going to sit there making excuses to yourself as to why its better you're sitting and they're standing anyways. You have a heavy bag to carry, there are many other seats they could go to, you feel sick, they're most probably getting off at the next stop, someone else next to you will be gentlemanly, old people are out to kill you etc... In conclusion, because this neat little story offers us a fantastic moral insights, as do all the other posts in this whole blog, its a hostile brutal world and for insecure people it just pushes them down in the dirt even more than they should.The brain is an evil thing that twists innocent situations intoa whole moral dilemma and giving a seat to old gramma should be as easy as ...eating...peanut butter... I say lobotomy for all! and um Vote Kerry?