O'Beasts vs. Butterflies
We forgive those things that we would normally be disgusted by, as long as they are aesthetically pleasing.
As I was sitting in my back yard chain smoking, a butterfly landed in my leg. I then let it crawl on to my finger and examined its intricate wings. I thought about how I would describe the creature in writing. After moving from the wings to its body, it was really quite grotesque. If I were to pluck its wings, there’s no way in hell I’d let it crawl on me-even though it’s a gentil being.
Then I thought how true it was to humans. When people see those who are obese, disfigured, or our version of ugly, we, as a whole will most likely avoid them, or dismiss them completely. They become the dung beetles amongst the butterflies and lady bugs.
It’s sad really, because some of those people could be the ones who’d run into a burning building to save a child, or give to those less fortunate. Because they are not a size 2, or have an over-bite, some put them in a subcategory.
I was reminded of that on my way home from work when I was stuck behind an asshole at a red light. He had a sticker on his truck that said ‘lift it; fat girls can’t jump’. Imagine if he were to get into a wreck, and the only ones around to save him were plus size-he’d be in a real conundrum wouldn’t he?
So ponder this Mr. Roger’s moment and think about the type of person you are.
We forgive those things that we would normally be disgusted by, as long as they are aesthetically pleasing.
As I was sitting in my back yard chain smoking, a butterfly landed in my leg. I then let it crawl on to my finger and examined its intricate wings. I thought about how I would describe the creature in writing. After moving from the wings to its body, it was really quite grotesque. If I were to pluck its wings, there’s no way in hell I’d let it crawl on me-even though it’s a gentil being.
Then I thought how true it was to humans. When people see those who are obese, disfigured, or our version of ugly, we, as a whole will most likely avoid them, or dismiss them completely. They become the dung beetles amongst the butterflies and lady bugs.
It’s sad really, because some of those people could be the ones who’d run into a burning building to save a child, or give to those less fortunate. Because they are not a size 2, or have an over-bite, some put them in a subcategory.
I was reminded of that on my way home from work when I was stuck behind an asshole at a red light. He had a sticker on his truck that said ‘lift it; fat girls can’t jump’. Imagine if he were to get into a wreck, and the only ones around to save him were plus size-he’d be in a real conundrum wouldn’t he?
So ponder this Mr. Roger’s moment and think about the type of person you are.
As I was sitting in my back yard chain smoking, a butterfly landed in my leg. I then let it crawl on to my finger and examined its intricate wings. I thought about how I would describe the creature in writing. After moving from the wings to its body, it was really quite grotesque. If I were to pluck its wings, there’s no way in hell I’d let it crawl on me-even though it’s a gentil being.
Then I thought how true it was to humans. When people see those who are obese, disfigured, or our version of ugly, we, as a whole will most likely avoid them, or dismiss them completely. They become the dung beetles amongst the butterflies and lady bugs.
It’s sad really, because some of those people could be the ones who’d run into a burning building to save a child, or give to those less fortunate. Because they are not a size 2, or have an over-bite, some put them in a subcategory.
I was reminded of that on my way home from work when I was stuck behind an asshole at a red light. He had a sticker on his truck that said ‘lift it; fat girls can’t jump’. Imagine if he were to get into a wreck, and the only ones around to save him were plus size-he’d be in a real conundrum wouldn’t he?
So ponder this Mr. Roger’s moment and think about the type of person you are.
We forgive those things that we would normally be disgusted by, as long as they are aesthetically pleasing.
As I was sitting in my back yard chain smoking, a butterfly landed in my leg. I then let it crawl on to my finger and examined its intricate wings. I thought about how I would describe the creature in writing. After moving from the wings to its body, it was really quite grotesque. If I were to pluck its wings, there’s no way in hell I’d let it crawl on me-even though it’s a gentil being.
Then I thought how true it was to humans. When people see those who are obese, disfigured, or our version of ugly, we, as a whole will most likely avoid them, or dismiss them completely. They become the dung beetles amongst the butterflies and lady bugs.
It’s sad really, because some of those people could be the ones who’d run into a burning building to save a child, or give to those less fortunate. Because they are not a size 2, or have an over-bite, some put them in a subcategory.
I was reminded of that on my way home from work when I was stuck behind an asshole at a red light. He had a sticker on his truck that said ‘lift it; fat girls can’t jump’. Imagine if he were to get into a wreck, and the only ones around to save him were plus size-he’d be in a real conundrum wouldn’t he?
So ponder this Mr. Roger’s moment and think about the type of person you are.