Our heros are dead
My co-worker and the man I adore the most has a 2nd job as the Easter Bunny. It's pretty ironic because he's not quite of a fan of children. Actually, he despises them. But, reguardless he spends every morning with them.
So today he tells me that a little boy came and sat on his lap ready to get his picture taken. The boy leans over to him and whispers "That's not my dad." How innocent, ya know? A little boy with a load of shit which a lot of us have gone through (and learned to supress) confided in him. And how right does it seem that a child would unload his troubles on a giant bunny.
And yeah, the boy probably went home feeling a little better to unload. But in reality, Aaron could'nt care less. Not his fault, Aaron should'nt have to care. But it's sad to think that simple childhood "heros" are really just creepy men who don't give a shit.
So I told him I wish I was the Easter Bunny. I wish I could be a childs hero. I do. I wish a child would come confide in me and I could them and hug them and make them feel just a little better.
And Aaron tells me I could never be the Easter Bunny. He put it like this, say I'm dressed up and I look over and see a father or "father" beating his child. What am I suppose to do? It's none of my business what happens in anothers home.
And that's what breaks my heart. Our heros are actually void of compassion. In a child from a broken homes fantasy, some hero such as the Easter Bunny or Santa or Batman would jump in and take them away from that. Protect them. BE a hero. But in reality, it's none of our business.
I wanna be a hero.
So today he tells me that a little boy came and sat on his lap ready to get his picture taken. The boy leans over to him and whispers "That's not my dad." How innocent, ya know? A little boy with a load of shit which a lot of us have gone through (and learned to supress) confided in him. And how right does it seem that a child would unload his troubles on a giant bunny.
And yeah, the boy probably went home feeling a little better to unload. But in reality, Aaron could'nt care less. Not his fault, Aaron should'nt have to care. But it's sad to think that simple childhood "heros" are really just creepy men who don't give a shit.
So I told him I wish I was the Easter Bunny. I wish I could be a childs hero. I do. I wish a child would come confide in me and I could them and hug them and make them feel just a little better.
And Aaron tells me I could never be the Easter Bunny. He put it like this, say I'm dressed up and I look over and see a father or "father" beating his child. What am I suppose to do? It's none of my business what happens in anothers home.
And that's what breaks my heart. Our heros are actually void of compassion. In a child from a broken homes fantasy, some hero such as the Easter Bunny or Santa or Batman would jump in and take them away from that. Protect them. BE a hero. But in reality, it's none of our business.
I wanna be a hero.