| | I was reading this feminist essay (a 50 page one, broken into 6 parts) the other morning, and after falling asleep for the umpteenth time, I got up to get some blood flowing. I found myself standing at the window, watching people scurry about outside in the rain; its actually quite hilarious seeing what they do. Anyway, I was just thinking about if someone would've walked in and saw me chortling at those outside. My self-consciousness said "hello!" and I wrote the following:
Why is it that we deem it necessary to defend action? As if we've entered into an agreement with the rest of humankind, to not "embarass it too much." Why is it that those who do not defend such actions are viewed as 'rude'? Its like we're always seeking a constantly negative response from imperfect beings as we find the need to ask permission to live! Ridiculous!
Has society been trying to tell us that we have to please everyone, and if you do not, you'll not "make it?" The way I see it, when you do anything, you're bound to step on somebody's foot. The passive mock and ridicule the active, out of whatever emotion they are moved by at the time; jealousy, hopelessness, fear.
So I'm going to do my usual routine of unusual things (behavior included), and those who give me odd looks and reject it can eat melon rinds! I don't need to apologize or explain anything that makes another uncomfortable or uneasy. Why? Because such action, such proactivity, is what life contains, and its what can mean the difference between nice and good; more personally, between becoming a male and becoming a man.
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