I'm So Great: The Rantings of a Jaded Youth

When I grow up, I want to be just like me.

Clean Your Plate. Kids Are Starving In Africa May 4, 2010

I think I’m going soft. I get a lot of calls, working security. Some of them are completely ridiculous (there are kids playing baseball in the street!) and others are legitimate (a boy is pointing what I think is a shotgun at my house). Today, I was seriously almost in tears listening to a cancer survivor telling me how furious she was that a painting company hired by property management let out her two declawed cats. These cats are like her children and she promised the last owner that she would never let them come to harm. They were the only thing that got her through her cancer because she worried more than anything about what would happen to them if she died. Now because of some douche who couldn’t warn her to keep them in the bathroom for a day, they’re wandering around near a manmade lake with no claws. All around a touching story.

But what happened to me? Growing up seems to have re-sensitized me to things I thought I had long been desensitized to. Suddenly I’m getting teary at movies and talking to people about more than just the weather. Maybe it’s just that I see people as people now, whereas when I was an invincible kid, people were a means to an end. Can you give me a ride to the mall? Will I get an A in your class? But I need this job to have enough money to go to wherever. I never used to like people very much. They made me nervous and they were confusing, and I preferred my own company and my own little world. I’m still like that, but to a lesser extent.

Lately, I keep coming back to this general subject though. Kids can’t appreciate that their parents and teachers and everyone else are real people with feelings and pasts. I know it took me a long time to recognize that the world wasn’t a movie that started when I was born and will end when I die. It’s hard to grasp that no one is a secondary main character in their own life. It’s just too big to wrap your mind around. I probably could have found a less psychotic quote, but this was the first one that came to mind as I was thinking about this: “You kill one person it’s a tragedy, you kill ten thousand people it’s a statistic.” Thanks, Stalin.

Our minds can’t fill out all the details like that. It’s too much for us to take in, and it’s probably an evolutionary trait. You can’t go around killing the next tribe over if you think about how the next tribe is probably just a color-swap of your tribe. Well, some tribes probably did think about that and sat around long enough to get killed by tribes that didn’t have such developed cognitive skills. Now that we don’t have to worry as much about people fighting us for land and resources and whatever else people used to fight over all the time, we can start blubbering over starving children in Africa or babies with harelips.

I feel like I should wrap this all up with an insightful, quotable message about the way people are or what being more sensitive to the plight of other people means to me, but I don’t think things through that far. It is what it is.


4 Responses to “Clean Your Plate. Kids Are Starving In Africa”

  1. DJ Schway Says:

    Ugh, I hate that statement that you used as a title? “Oh really mom? So if I eat past the point of fullness will it magically warp into their stomachs? Cause I’m pretty sure it’ll just make me fatter. And it seems obesity is a bigger middle finger to starving children than not being able to finish my food. Especially since we have a way to store food for a later time.” /endrant

    As for failing to wrap up a post with a wise comment… You could go the Peter Griffin route and say a quote that has nothing to do with anything you just spoke about. “Well. That’s my momma!”

    • Stephanie Says:

      Yeaaa, lol. I always thought it was pretty dumb too. We’re Mexican so there’s always enough food to go around. I never got that line as a kid except as a joke. I think I’m going to start doing that, too.l in conclusion, I rock and everyone else sucks cocks.

  2. Brittany, also great Says:

    Yea, I know how you feel. As I kid I could NEVER put myself in the place of other people or think about them in any way other than their connection to myself. Now its all too easy to be empathetic to everyone. I was watching Intervention, and the Dad of the druggie had lost his two other kids to drugs, and he was saying that if the last druggie kid were to die, he would have no reason to live. And then he went home after a long day of working and crying and sat down on his chair with his dog and draped his blanket over the two of them. I cried a fucking river! Wooo, being an adult! Sad for new and scary reasons!

    • Stephanie Says:

      Ahhh! That’s horrible! I think the best example of going from kid to adult is growing up with Harry Potter. I remember reading the first three books and being like, “Woo! Wacky adventures! Those teachers sure are dicks! Lol, what are you guys getting into now?” I read the first three again as an adult, though, and I was all worried because they were doing really dumb kid things that could get them potentially killed. I distinctly remember thinking, “Don’t do that! Mrs. Weasley’s poor old heart can’t take it!” And don’t even get me started on the 6th book! I couldn’t have read that in public if I wanted to. I was crying for the last hundred pages.

      Thinking about the consequences of things totally sucks, but I feel closer and closer to actually being able to talk to for reals adults without making a total ass of myself, lol.

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