DeSensitize the masses, and you get my greymatter
A man was arrested yesterday in the courthouse. He entered the facuilty and went through the metal detectors only to go off. When the presiding officer tried to find what specifically was beeping, a belt one would assume, he found his pocket was beeping. The man who entered the courtroom, with intentions of paying a traffic ticket for speeding in a school zone, had small packets of aluminum foil in his pockets, each of which contained small amounts of a white substance. He first claimed he didn't know what they were, then proceeded to say they were not his pants (how odd!), and finally decided that he no longer spoke English (He was of Latino descent). He was detained and later taken away. And all the while, I watched him get arrested like the fool he was, and dipped my McDonald French Fries into ketchup, offered one of the currently waiting lawyers fries, and then ate my ketchup drenched fries with absolutely no recognition that a crime was truly being committed in front of me. I watched it like a movie, with fries instead of popcorn. And instead of throwing Sour Patches at the screen, I had planned to ask both the officer and the offending persons if they wanted fries before the incident had happened. This story is actually really funny, especially since it's quite amazing how ANYONE could think they could get into a courthouse, of that stature especially, and carry drugs on their persons. Didn't even bother to hide it in their shoes. The TBP lawyers were laughing at me because I was more so critizing the man for where he hid them, and how (why not plastic!), instead of the fact that he shouldn't be doing drugs at all.
That also reminds me, and brings me to another point. The attractive client I had three months ago was back doing the jury duty I had him sentenced to. I found myself wishing I had given him more jury duties. Unfortunately, he brought his girlfriend. Now that alone is a crime worse than bringing nickel packets of crack into a courtroom.
This in essence leads me to the inevitable point. I've been desensatized to all things. Sin is nothing more than dust, or a mistake on a scantron. Yes there is the reminder of it, as it cannot be erased, but not even the Scantron machine cares that it was an error committed. And as humans we tend to think life is judged as a whole and not as several moments. But when I was told "FUCK YOU YOU DUMB WHORE" for accidently cutting a man off (Sunday), by that man in front of his three year old child, by again a man who was more concerned that I could have damaged his car as opposed to his life; it makes me realize life is judged in the briefiest, most unexpected, and worse actions of our lives. It makes me sad that he will be judged in that moment, he could be a nice person, unlikely, but he could be. I will be judged for the ten minutes of crying that I hid from the rest of the world after he drove away. Nevertheless, I have no longer the desire to get my license. And for those who are driving now, cutting off is bad.
That also reminds me, and brings me to another point. The attractive client I had three months ago was back doing the jury duty I had him sentenced to. I found myself wishing I had given him more jury duties. Unfortunately, he brought his girlfriend. Now that alone is a crime worse than bringing nickel packets of crack into a courtroom.
This in essence leads me to the inevitable point. I've been desensatized to all things. Sin is nothing more than dust, or a mistake on a scantron. Yes there is the reminder of it, as it cannot be erased, but not even the Scantron machine cares that it was an error committed. And as humans we tend to think life is judged as a whole and not as several moments. But when I was told "FUCK YOU YOU DUMB WHORE" for accidently cutting a man off (Sunday), by that man in front of his three year old child, by again a man who was more concerned that I could have damaged his car as opposed to his life; it makes me realize life is judged in the briefiest, most unexpected, and worse actions of our lives. It makes me sad that he will be judged in that moment, he could be a nice person, unlikely, but he could be. I will be judged for the ten minutes of crying that I hid from the rest of the world after he drove away. Nevertheless, I have no longer the desire to get my license. And for those who are driving now, cutting off is bad.