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social transaction?

This unfortunate 40’something man wades in to the store with a small radio playing scratchily from his frumpy coat. The radio is a new touch but this guy wanders through the store almost every day. I turn to a co-worker and whisper how this guy gives me the creeps. I don’t intend to be rude but I seriously fell my fight or flight reflexes kicking in when I see people like this. He has meandered past my till with his face half stained the unmistakable colour of vegetable soup. His hair is always a messy mop awkwardly piled in various clumps. I don’t recall having ever actually seen sticks in it, but it wouldn’t surprise. He’s not actually dirty though, just un-kept. He has those blank eyes of one who instead of really thinking is drawn from place to place by emotional spasms. Today thankfully there was no soup stain on his face; but he had stuff stuck in his crooked teeth, that added a terrifying effect to his big dumb grin.

As if to punish me for my honesty, the co-worker replies that this fully horrifying life lives in a government home near by.

My mind is flooded with images. They are unemployable, hence they spend much of there days alone rejected from society. Staying in the ‘home’ day after day week after week, Year after YEAR; they need some outside stimulation. They wander through shopping centers. Gaining the so much needed human interaction in the short time it takes to complete there meaningless transactions.

“Hello how are you today?-is this every thing?” I have Miranda syndrome. I’ve said these words so many times today they have no meaning.

He’s buying a piece of crap plastic coffee mug that’s even overpriced at our store. He can’t pick up on the subtle clues I sometimes give to the old ladies who are about to make bad shopping choices.

He’s saying something similar to having a good day or something. I avoid looking at him in any way. I know the revulsion is to help me from feeling the helpless sorrow. I don’t have the time or mental fortitude to befriend him and alleviate some of his loneliness. I doubt I would if I did. Am I a horrible person?

“Well thank you and have a pleasant evening”

The static-y little radio accompanies him out side.

The fight or flight feeling and revulsion subside, leaving me with the dull anger that this is the world. And the type of moot sorrow we feel after seeing starving children and abused animals on television commercials.

“Hello, how are you today?-is this every thing?” ….

daily quotes

I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.

This is a quote from non other than Albert Einstein. It’s a well known quote, and often heard.

On my homepage I have Einstein quotes of the day. It’s a cute little app. and I like to think it keeps me thinking. I’d like to add a Steven Hawking one but I haven’t found one yet. Today when I opened my browser and saw this little axiom I thought nothing of it. Then I read it again. And again. Some thing was wrong. I just couldn’t put my finger on what it was.

Then I realised it was the “WW IV” thing. Einstein knows better than to portray conjecture as fact. I mean he was one of the smartest people we as a species have had the pleasure of learning from.

But that wasn’t it either, something else was bothering me about this so common quip. How could he possibly believe that WW4 would be fought with stones? Its understandable that he was trying to hammer home the power of nuclear weapons… wait that was it.

He was certain that we as a people would have another world war. That nukes would be used, and we still wouldn’t learn. He was certain that we would not be able to maintain our collective saintly and refrain from destroying ourselves, and worse yet, that before we were able to even rebuild we would have yet a 4^th. It was the way he was stating the nature of man, not the nature of war.

Creepy

I also have “Bush-isims” on my homepage, it was some thing about evildoers wageing war at the whim of a hat.

Very Creepy

Sweet dreams yall