what are you worth?
the box with my anger inside is open. ready or not, here're some more thoughts:
I hear a lot of things about how a person is supposed to look. or what looks good and hence IS considered good. I hear a lot of shite about worth.
so, what defines quality in a person? the way someone looks? or the amount someone earns? someone's age? gender? religion? the country someone comes from? the kind of job someone has? if he/she treats their fellow humans alrighty? if someone is nice to kids, old people and animals? school education? if someone has seen lots of the world? none of it?
I keep hearing "if you lost some weight, you could really choose, you could date just about anyone".
yeah, but look. if I earned a million euros every year, I could probably buy my own aircraft and wouldn't have to fly commercial all the bloody time.
and if I got elected to be the new secretary of the unicef, I'd try to actually feed every child on this forsaken planet. or give them clean water. or a fucken' stuffed teletubby muppet.
so what defines worth? am I a less worthy person because I don't look like... dunno... heidi klum? now, of course I shouldn't generalize. I can only tell about observations I made with people I met. none of them looked like brad pitt. not even brad pitt looks like brad pitt when he's not wearing makeup. (g'day, google)
how come people with faces only a mother could love have the guts to tell me they think I'm not dateable because my ass is too big in their opinion? (yeah, I know, I'm a fucken' hypocrite)
as if I'd want someone like that.
yeah, I know. this is whining about things I could change. give me a few years and I'll eventually loose that additional weight. I haven't always been like this. only a few years ago, I had the body to be just as shallow as your average 20-year-old.
the difference? I did not judge others without actually knowing them. I didn't point a finger at them and told them to their face I think yer crap and seeing your legs makes me wanna hurl.
yeah, I know I can't assume other people think any way similar about stuff the way I do. I know everyone has a right to their own opinion.
hope dies last. pandora's box is open.
I hear a lot of things about how a person is supposed to look. or what looks good and hence IS considered good. I hear a lot of shite about worth.
so, what defines quality in a person? the way someone looks? or the amount someone earns? someone's age? gender? religion? the country someone comes from? the kind of job someone has? if he/she treats their fellow humans alrighty? if someone is nice to kids, old people and animals? school education? if someone has seen lots of the world? none of it?
I keep hearing "if you lost some weight, you could really choose, you could date just about anyone".
yeah, but look. if I earned a million euros every year, I could probably buy my own aircraft and wouldn't have to fly commercial all the bloody time.
and if I got elected to be the new secretary of the unicef, I'd try to actually feed every child on this forsaken planet. or give them clean water. or a fucken' stuffed teletubby muppet.
so what defines worth? am I a less worthy person because I don't look like... dunno... heidi klum? now, of course I shouldn't generalize. I can only tell about observations I made with people I met. none of them looked like brad pitt. not even brad pitt looks like brad pitt when he's not wearing makeup. (g'day, google)
how come people with faces only a mother could love have the guts to tell me they think I'm not dateable because my ass is too big in their opinion? (yeah, I know, I'm a fucken' hypocrite)
as if I'd want someone like that.
yeah, I know. this is whining about things I could change. give me a few years and I'll eventually loose that additional weight. I haven't always been like this. only a few years ago, I had the body to be just as shallow as your average 20-year-old.
the difference? I did not judge others without actually knowing them. I didn't point a finger at them and told them to their face I think yer crap and seeing your legs makes me wanna hurl.
yeah, I know I can't assume other people think any way similar about stuff the way I do. I know everyone has a right to their own opinion.
hope dies last. pandora's box is open.
posted by daria l'orange at 10:32 pm
1 Comments:
serendipity, usually, people only see the outside. noone takes time to get to know people before hitting on them. or they simply don't care. it's a bit... lacking, no?
:)
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