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A few thoughts for today as I wait while Clay stands me up for Skype Love:
Why do those people who stand on the street trying to sell you something not understand a polite 'no thanks'? Look, I can't even rant about this one. I mean, obviously its possibly the worst job in the world. And if you have to do it, then you must be pretty desperate for a job. Or, really believe in your cause if you happen to be one of those who is talking to people about animals, or trees or whatever. And I can totally respect that. You're passionate. You have to get the word out there somehow. And honestly, I would love to sponsor a child in Africa. I used to sponsor one in Indonesia. For all those playing at home, it was Lasmingah-Carmin. Or as Clay used to unkindly call her, Lez-MINGER. But I just couldn't afford it. I was struggling to be able to eat myself. So when I walk past you and politely say 'no thank you' I'm actually not trying to be rude. I just can't help you right now. Perhaps in a later stage of my life I will be able to. But I really don't appreciate you stalking me for the next 100 metres, walking beside me, getting in my face and being aggressive. Its just not right.
Also, Fast Food Nation is possibly the most amazing book I have ever read. I will never eat MacDonald's again. Or even fast food I believe. In fact, I don't think I could even eat beef again after reading what happens to it. I couldn't go completely vego because I do love my chicken. But if I was to become one, it wouldn't be about the animals. It would be about what hapens to the meat in the factories and the exploitation of workers. Which I think is a fair enough reason but then I begin to think that surely this can be said of any food that we eat. So I'm not really sure how to find my happy medium. I can't just not eat.
Anywho I was actually so inspired by it that I went back to the bookstore to get another one in series and lo and behold they were all gone. So I was going to buy An End to Poverty- How we can change the nation in our Lifetime with a foreword by none other than himself Bono but you know what, I opened it up and it was all statistics and economics. Which was my worst subject in school ever. I would be on struggle street with that book. Which is unfortunate because I really want to know how to end poverty in my lifetime. So, I think someone needs to write me A Dummies Guide to Ending Poverty so that I can understand. That's not too much to ask, is it?
So I settled for The Wal-Mart Effect- How a superstore became a superpower.
Also, I realised today that being over here has shattered one of my illusions. I now no longer wish to trap a man into marriage with a pregnancy in order to avoid having to get a job. In fact, everytime I walk past a teenage mother or someone who looks fairly young with a child, I am so happy I made it to this age with no children. This is possibly hugely helped by the fact that I wasn't having random sex in highschool but still. I realise that I want to see the pyramids and walk the great wall of china and you can't just strap a baby to your chest and do that. So the hunt for a husband is officially off. Sad but true. I never thought I would utter those words but here they are.
Why do those people who stand on the street trying to sell you something not understand a polite 'no thanks'? Look, I can't even rant about this one. I mean, obviously its possibly the worst job in the world. And if you have to do it, then you must be pretty desperate for a job. Or, really believe in your cause if you happen to be one of those who is talking to people about animals, or trees or whatever. And I can totally respect that. You're passionate. You have to get the word out there somehow. And honestly, I would love to sponsor a child in Africa. I used to sponsor one in Indonesia. For all those playing at home, it was Lasmingah-Carmin. Or as Clay used to unkindly call her, Lez-MINGER. But I just couldn't afford it. I was struggling to be able to eat myself. So when I walk past you and politely say 'no thank you' I'm actually not trying to be rude. I just can't help you right now. Perhaps in a later stage of my life I will be able to. But I really don't appreciate you stalking me for the next 100 metres, walking beside me, getting in my face and being aggressive. Its just not right.
Also, Fast Food Nation is possibly the most amazing book I have ever read. I will never eat MacDonald's again. Or even fast food I believe. In fact, I don't think I could even eat beef again after reading what happens to it. I couldn't go completely vego because I do love my chicken. But if I was to become one, it wouldn't be about the animals. It would be about what hapens to the meat in the factories and the exploitation of workers. Which I think is a fair enough reason but then I begin to think that surely this can be said of any food that we eat. So I'm not really sure how to find my happy medium. I can't just not eat.
Anywho I was actually so inspired by it that I went back to the bookstore to get another one in series and lo and behold they were all gone. So I was going to buy An End to Poverty- How we can change the nation in our Lifetime with a foreword by none other than himself Bono but you know what, I opened it up and it was all statistics and economics. Which was my worst subject in school ever. I would be on struggle street with that book. Which is unfortunate because I really want to know how to end poverty in my lifetime. So, I think someone needs to write me A Dummies Guide to Ending Poverty so that I can understand. That's not too much to ask, is it?
So I settled for The Wal-Mart Effect- How a superstore became a superpower.
Also, I realised today that being over here has shattered one of my illusions. I now no longer wish to trap a man into marriage with a pregnancy in order to avoid having to get a job. In fact, everytime I walk past a teenage mother or someone who looks fairly young with a child, I am so happy I made it to this age with no children. This is possibly hugely helped by the fact that I wasn't having random sex in highschool but still. I realise that I want to see the pyramids and walk the great wall of china and you can't just strap a baby to your chest and do that. So the hunt for a husband is officially off. Sad but true. I never thought I would utter those words but here they are.