people and their lives
so it’s really warm and really late and I’m really sleepy, but I’m still going to try to be coherent.
i was reading The Fault in Our Stars, by John Green, and there was this line that made me think, “i thought about how wonderfully strange it would be to live in a place where almost everything had been built by the dead.”
i mean, the whole book was thought provoking and profound in ways i could only ever dream of being, but that line especially made me think. it really made me think because a few months ago, my grandmother visited, and my whole family went to this little teensey Amish town. my family was totally cool with it, but i almost didn’t want to get out of the car. i couldn’t stop thinking about what it must be like to live a lifestyle that has become your livelihood. i couldn’t stop feeling like we were not only intruders, but like we were the annoying brats at the zoo who always want to go in the cages with the animals. that’s what it felt like to me, like we were at the zoo, but the animals were just like us, and the cages were invisible rules that only affected them. i couldn’t stand it. i was so uncomfortable the entire time. and the more i couldn’t help but think that way, the more i couldn’t help but think of my childhood.
as a child, i lived in countries where i was the minority all the time, and many of the places we visited, i was the minority. age, race, money…. all these things set me apart from the people around me, but i never really noticed. i mean, i guess i noticed, but i think i just pushed it aside, because i didn’t feel like it needed to be dealt with. but thinking about it, i had done this before, gone to a place where someones lifestyle had become their livelihood, simply because it was what they could or had to do to survive. and just like in the Amish town, i was uncomfortable in the tiny Thai villages in the mountains, or out in the Saudi desert with the nomads. it’s not that i was uncomfortable with the people, no, i loved the people. but the situation, that feeling of looking at an animal in the zoo, even though the animal was human. that’s what i was uncomfortable with.
yes, it does create a very poignant moment of realization that, as humans, we both fascinate and disgust ourselves. we want to look at other ways of life, supposedly to learn (i know i always learn something), but i think, also to distance ourselves from how we live. we are disgusted with what humanity has become, so we go, we seek out those lifestyles that are “primitive” to us, so that we can feel sophisticated and worth something.
but which lifestyle is the truly primitive one? the one where no one lives beyond their means, and most people are happy and life is pretty much always good? or the one where we must beat down others to feel good about ourselves, where we rely on so many things to reach out to others that we must distance ourselves to communicate?
i ask only that you take from this not pessimism, but the sense of need, not greed, or lust, but of change. please help to make our world a bit more awesome, or at least a bit less sucky. why do we live in a world where we put others like us under a microscope for our own amusement? why not live in a world where we put ourselves under a microscope to become better people?
because we are afraid
people don’t like silence because then they can hear themselves. they use the music they blast to hide from that silence, to drown out the silence, because they are afraid of what they might hear from themselves.
don’t be afraid, it’s honestly not that bad.
you cannot say those girls dont have similar, if not the same, body types. also, he completely forgot about other animation, such as anime, 
oh, yep, 
oh, yep, her too, 
oh, and them too.
and 
and 
and even those with bigger boobs, like 
and 
all have the same basic body type. but they’re not “cartoons” per say. 
