In general, I don’t feel pity for people ever. Yes, some people have extraordinarily difficult lives, sometimes through absolutely no fault of their own. I still don’t feel pity. In general I just don’t usually feel bad for people.
I feel compassion for them. I feel some sympathy. I feel this for everyone really: the oppressed and the oppressor, those that have and those that don’t have, those that die seeking a blessing and those that take for granted their blessings. I feel for the entire fucking ludacris lot of us.
I feel for all those that think they have it made, but truly their souls are wasting away, atrophied by disregard, hypocrisy or picking and choosing when and with whom to have a seemingly “noble heart”. And I feel for all those that lay blame on others, circumstances, customs, laws, scripture or what have you to keep enduring or worse perpetuating horrible acts.
I see the stupidity of the many, many layers of society and it boggles my mind why we still go along with it all.
Recently was “a day without women” in Mexico to protest a rise in femicide and the lack of government giving a damn and the media making a joke out of the deaths.
I like the unrest. Sometimes you can’t have change without it. Sometimes underwear has to be bunched and ridden up some asses to get change to happen, to say the least. It was completely peaceful, and I wonder if it made any point at all. We humans are such a stubborn bunch of bastards.
But can’t the weakness in all these paradigms be easily seen? I just wish everyone would get off their high ground and give everyone else a hand, a hug…. open up our hearts to each other, step into each other’s shoes for a moment and let go of all the assumptions, the games, the posturing, the stupidity of who we think we are in our little fucking bubbles and human meat shells.
I truly do feel pity for no one, not even myself, but I do feel for the entire world, every single one of us.