Monday, October 22, 2012
delayed
I have not forgotten about this blog, nor the importance of it to every reader out there. As of right now, I have been preoccupied with other things that have been needing my attention. Working six days a week really puts me behind on many of my duties at home, so catch up time is necessary. But please, don't lose hope in me, or this blog, content will be coming in droves, and you all will be moved.
Friday, October 19, 2012
vacating filth
Don't cry about my blog being too long, if you cannot finish reading what I have to say, you should be crying for yourself. IS it so hard to focus on one task for 5, 6, 7, even 8 minutes? Hopefully you are keeping your brain active enough to be able to accomplish this brain-activating task. So, to those who take the time to read my posts thoroughly, thank you. I hope to intrigue you enough that you are excited to see if I have posted yet, and eager to read what I have to say.
Sadly though, there has not been much activity on my part, so lucky lazygoers, this may be short. If this is your first time reading this blog, you should probably start at an earlier one, more pudding in those, but then again, yesterdays post turned out to be full, surprising considering it was based off of a 10 second encounter.
Today's will be centered around the same thing as yesterdays, food to the homeless. This time, it was not the black man who was on location yesterday, it was a sun-beaten lady. I see her sometimes, maybe she takes turns with the man on that intersection. Either way, she got some lunch, consisting of a Starbucks sandwich, string cheese, nutrigrain bar, a bottle of water and a venti cup of cold water. I learned from the man that 16 oz of water is just not enough, and handing her that cup of water brought out such a grateful appreciation. She told me she has not eaten all day, and I believe her. Behind me was my good friend Chau in his car, who gave me thumbs up when he saw what I have done.
Good news though, from what she says, she will not be street begging anymore. She just got hired at a hotel doing the laundry....FREAKING AWESOME!!! I hope to never see her again, at least under those circumstances. Thinking to myself, what great timing for me to give her food and water, if I waited just a few more days, I would have never known that here is an example of someone who has not given up hope. Desperate, day in and day out, to get by on nothing, yet still searching for a way out. Imagine how awesome her personality must be to get hired while wearing filth and possessing a growling stomach.
Don't tell me there is no hope, whether it be in financial struggles, relationship, garden care or acne, there is always hope. This lady affirmed my love for people who try, fail they may, but continue to try. Success may be a long time in coming, often too long for some resulting in rapid decline of self-worth, but it is always accessible.
I may go buckwild and need to kill some things if she was just pulling my chain, and did not get a job. If I continue to see her on that street, I will be extremely disappointed, not in her, but in myself for writing this joy for you all to share with me. I will continue to bring food to these people, her not much longer, and share our stories, because for now, these two people I feel we can learn a lot from.
Sadly though, there has not been much activity on my part, so lucky lazygoers, this may be short. If this is your first time reading this blog, you should probably start at an earlier one, more pudding in those, but then again, yesterdays post turned out to be full, surprising considering it was based off of a 10 second encounter.
Today's will be centered around the same thing as yesterdays, food to the homeless. This time, it was not the black man who was on location yesterday, it was a sun-beaten lady. I see her sometimes, maybe she takes turns with the man on that intersection. Either way, she got some lunch, consisting of a Starbucks sandwich, string cheese, nutrigrain bar, a bottle of water and a venti cup of cold water. I learned from the man that 16 oz of water is just not enough, and handing her that cup of water brought out such a grateful appreciation. She told me she has not eaten all day, and I believe her. Behind me was my good friend Chau in his car, who gave me thumbs up when he saw what I have done.
Good news though, from what she says, she will not be street begging anymore. She just got hired at a hotel doing the laundry....FREAKING AWESOME!!! I hope to never see her again, at least under those circumstances. Thinking to myself, what great timing for me to give her food and water, if I waited just a few more days, I would have never known that here is an example of someone who has not given up hope. Desperate, day in and day out, to get by on nothing, yet still searching for a way out. Imagine how awesome her personality must be to get hired while wearing filth and possessing a growling stomach.
Don't tell me there is no hope, whether it be in financial struggles, relationship, garden care or acne, there is always hope. This lady affirmed my love for people who try, fail they may, but continue to try. Success may be a long time in coming, often too long for some resulting in rapid decline of self-worth, but it is always accessible.
I may go buckwild and need to kill some things if she was just pulling my chain, and did not get a job. If I continue to see her on that street, I will be extremely disappointed, not in her, but in myself for writing this joy for you all to share with me. I will continue to bring food to these people, her not much longer, and share our stories, because for now, these two people I feel we can learn a lot from.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
eYe thirst fOr watEr
Though I was unable to branch out and converse with someone today, I did perform a good deed which I think will open up a door into this mans life. For those who read this and work with me, you may have seen a homeless black man near Brokaw and N. First street always holding a sign asking for help. Everyday I see this man, I ignore him, just like so many other people going about their daily lives. Scared to even make eye contact with him, I avert my gaze to my stereo, the hair on my arms, I even just stare at the streetlight waiting for it to turn green so I can not have to feel guilty for not even looking at him. I have a car, music, a monster and a lunch, while they have too many clothes on in the heat and a cardboard cutout with permanent marker advertising their despair. Well, he is a homeless man so he probably made the wrong decisions in life.....fact or fiction? I sure as hell don't know, and neither do you. Maybe, given the opportunity, he would mug me. Please don't come to my window, I left it down and I feel so much closer to him, he can hear me, but I cannot roll it up cause that would be effed up. Coming close to this man is an everyday occurrence, yet I try to barricade myself from his presence for.....well.....my own insecurities.
Why can I not bring myself to roll that window up when he, or others, are near? Why am I afraid of what they will think of me for acting as such? It should be them that feel worried about what I think seeing them without anything good going for them. Avoiding eye contact at all cost, keeping my dark shades on and my face straight... for what? What do I have to lose? Nothing, yet it is I who is afraid to even be visually Aware of his existence. This man, this son to a father and a mother, gets ignored by me everyday. Eyes, the gateways to souls, are very deadly weapons. My eyes are fragile and afraid, unable to put myself in a situation where I will feel discomfort, pain, guilt and any kind of judgment. His eyes, always seeing people with more than him, must be eyes of torment and sadness, and I am scared to look.
Today before work, I made a nutella and jelly sandwich, and put it in a paper lunch sack with a water, string cheese and chewy granola bar, put this bag in my front seat, and headed to work. With my lunch chillin in the back of my car, I got off the highway and looked at this other lunch, hoping to see this man off the side of the road. I have brought sandwiches before, but fate have it those days, my kindness was not well met because he was not present. Today, he was there, holding his sign, wearing pants and a sweater midday, standing in the sun on dirt and weeds. When I stop at the light, I summon him over. "I made you lunch," I tell him. I cannot remember if I made eye contact, I was just overcome with joy for making this man a meal. He said something to me, it did not sound like a thank you, and kept walking past my car and held his sign up. What he said, no matter what it was, I accept as a thank you. He did not stick around and chat, which surprised me at first until put myself in his shoes. Accept the gift, than leave the giver alone because they probably want to be left alone. In fact, as he walked away, I was grateful he did.
What followed brought everything to a fine point. He took out the water, 16oz of pure kirkland goodness, and downed it in one, long swig. This man was THIRSTY!!! Come on Joe, why would this surprise you? Its hot, he is wearing too much clothes, he is standing on the side of the road with dirt getting kicked up every time a car passes by, and he is thirsty? I looked around my car for more water....none. I failed, I did not bring him enough water. This guilt I was trying to avoid came rushing towards me, the light turned green, and off I go. Still, I am watching him in my mirror, he does not watch me go, does not even turn around. He took his lunch, drank his water, and moved on.
This man may hold the key to humility. I, we, us, them, her and him, take things for granted. Work hard, get results, live happy......for what? Fight for yourself, don't let anything stand in the way of you and your goals, your happiness. Battle worn, I have been fighting to make something for me and my family, I want the good life. I seek this happiness. I avoid the darkness, the darkness that hides within me and you, for my own selfish end. Be afraid of what you might find in there, look into their eyes, they are human too.
Why can I not bring myself to roll that window up when he, or others, are near? Why am I afraid of what they will think of me for acting as such? It should be them that feel worried about what I think seeing them without anything good going for them. Avoiding eye contact at all cost, keeping my dark shades on and my face straight... for what? What do I have to lose? Nothing, yet it is I who is afraid to even be visually Aware of his existence. This man, this son to a father and a mother, gets ignored by me everyday. Eyes, the gateways to souls, are very deadly weapons. My eyes are fragile and afraid, unable to put myself in a situation where I will feel discomfort, pain, guilt and any kind of judgment. His eyes, always seeing people with more than him, must be eyes of torment and sadness, and I am scared to look.
Today before work, I made a nutella and jelly sandwich, and put it in a paper lunch sack with a water, string cheese and chewy granola bar, put this bag in my front seat, and headed to work. With my lunch chillin in the back of my car, I got off the highway and looked at this other lunch, hoping to see this man off the side of the road. I have brought sandwiches before, but fate have it those days, my kindness was not well met because he was not present. Today, he was there, holding his sign, wearing pants and a sweater midday, standing in the sun on dirt and weeds. When I stop at the light, I summon him over. "I made you lunch," I tell him. I cannot remember if I made eye contact, I was just overcome with joy for making this man a meal. He said something to me, it did not sound like a thank you, and kept walking past my car and held his sign up. What he said, no matter what it was, I accept as a thank you. He did not stick around and chat, which surprised me at first until put myself in his shoes. Accept the gift, than leave the giver alone because they probably want to be left alone. In fact, as he walked away, I was grateful he did.
What followed brought everything to a fine point. He took out the water, 16oz of pure kirkland goodness, and downed it in one, long swig. This man was THIRSTY!!! Come on Joe, why would this surprise you? Its hot, he is wearing too much clothes, he is standing on the side of the road with dirt getting kicked up every time a car passes by, and he is thirsty? I looked around my car for more water....none. I failed, I did not bring him enough water. This guilt I was trying to avoid came rushing towards me, the light turned green, and off I go. Still, I am watching him in my mirror, he does not watch me go, does not even turn around. He took his lunch, drank his water, and moved on.
This man may hold the key to humility. I, we, us, them, her and him, take things for granted. Work hard, get results, live happy......for what? Fight for yourself, don't let anything stand in the way of you and your goals, your happiness. Battle worn, I have been fighting to make something for me and my family, I want the good life. I seek this happiness. I avoid the darkness, the darkness that hides within me and you, for my own selfish end. Be afraid of what you might find in there, look into their eyes, they are human too.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Painting Portraits
Today I succeeded, as I knew I would. I was at the Oakridge mall with my wife and son, letting my son play around in the kiddy area. We wanted him to let off some steam, thinking maybe that was what was causing him to be so chaotic for the last 24+ hours. After a while, I leave them and start to search for someone to have a chat with.
Parents were all around us in the play area, but I just could not devise an entry plan. So I took my search out of the said play area. First, I was thinking of entering Nordstrom Rack, then maybe the arcade place, but what seemed like the perfect spot appeared, even though I passed it up twice already, a little shop that sold paintings.
Inside, there were no sign of shoppers, no sign of muggers, only a middle aged Asian lady. Now, I am not one fond of paintings, not like I do not like them, more that shopping for them has never been in my agenda. I begin our conversation telling her I have never bought a painting for myself, but I did find one outside on the sidewalk in front of a house near my neighborhood which I brought home and hung up towards the top of my stairs. It looks really good I tell her, and damn straight it looks good. For a free, reclaimed painting, it looks pretty spiffy in it's current location. But why should I stop there? I look through her paintings, asking her if they are all from the same painter, what are the different types of paintings, what makes these paintings with this type of paint style different than the ones with this type of paint, so on and so on.
Unfortunately, she was really sparse in her responses, kind of like she did not even care for making a sale to me even though I was looking at every piece of art. I asked her if she has Van Goh's Scream, if you have not seen this piece I highly recommend it, but she tells me she doesn't because she would have to spend a very high price to get one. This opened her up to telling me how she is able to sell all these paintings at a very low price, she gets them from people who are trying to make a quick sale, discounted to a fraction of the original asking price. Literally every one was 75% or more discounted from the original sticker price. What a bargain!!! They all looked very nice, it was not like an amateur vendor found this lady in the mall and began selling her paintings. These were legit.
Probably 10 minutes have passed by now, and she begins to be curious to what I do for a living. I give her the rundown, she has heard of M8trix and asks some questions about the establishment. From this tangent I learn from her she is from Las Vegas and she used to sell paintings in one of the casinos, and she has family that deal at the big casinos on the strip. Pretty cool eh? I was lucky to find some common ground with this person I had just met.
Sadly, her business is not doing very well. I ask her how she makes her money, she says she gets some good sales, sometimes a family will come and buy several paintings. She shows me some portraits on the wall and tells me she she did those herself. Some of her income comes from these portraits, and she also does lessons in the morning. This shop was not her first, she has had others before in other malls, but she tells me she is hoping to move on from this business and move back to Las Vegas. She owns a house there, but will not move until her son is out of high school and off to college. He might be going out of state she says, leaving her free to move back to Vegas. Until then, she will keep her little shop and sell these discounted paintings. My time is up now, my wife and son stroll by outside the shop so I tell her goodbye. Her name is Yvette, and she was pretty cool.
This experience started off daunting, she did not seem the type to strike up a conversation with some random customer. Why? Maybe she was so used to trying to sell the paintings to the customer rather than letting the paintings sell themselves. I told her I was looking for paintings that have an effect on me, effects like pulling me into the painting itself and seeing the world through the eyes of the painter. This could have led her to believe that she should let me be so I can find the right one that pulls me in. Maybe she got the feeling I was there not to buy a painting, but to learn about her business so she started talking more. I did not give up though, I stuck around and continued to talk to her and ask her questions. More and more we opened ourselves up to each other, feeling comfortable in the process. This I hope I can develop more when I find others to meet.
Her niche is located in an odd location, Oakridge mall. It's probably not often people go to the mall with the hopes to find a painting to put on the wall. She keeps going though, business may not be the best, but at least she has business. Portraits, paintings and lessons, go check them out. Her name is Yvette, and she might not be there much longer.
Parents were all around us in the play area, but I just could not devise an entry plan. So I took my search out of the said play area. First, I was thinking of entering Nordstrom Rack, then maybe the arcade place, but what seemed like the perfect spot appeared, even though I passed it up twice already, a little shop that sold paintings.
Inside, there were no sign of shoppers, no sign of muggers, only a middle aged Asian lady. Now, I am not one fond of paintings, not like I do not like them, more that shopping for them has never been in my agenda. I begin our conversation telling her I have never bought a painting for myself, but I did find one outside on the sidewalk in front of a house near my neighborhood which I brought home and hung up towards the top of my stairs. It looks really good I tell her, and damn straight it looks good. For a free, reclaimed painting, it looks pretty spiffy in it's current location. But why should I stop there? I look through her paintings, asking her if they are all from the same painter, what are the different types of paintings, what makes these paintings with this type of paint style different than the ones with this type of paint, so on and so on.
Unfortunately, she was really sparse in her responses, kind of like she did not even care for making a sale to me even though I was looking at every piece of art. I asked her if she has Van Goh's Scream, if you have not seen this piece I highly recommend it, but she tells me she doesn't because she would have to spend a very high price to get one. This opened her up to telling me how she is able to sell all these paintings at a very low price, she gets them from people who are trying to make a quick sale, discounted to a fraction of the original asking price. Literally every one was 75% or more discounted from the original sticker price. What a bargain!!! They all looked very nice, it was not like an amateur vendor found this lady in the mall and began selling her paintings. These were legit.
Probably 10 minutes have passed by now, and she begins to be curious to what I do for a living. I give her the rundown, she has heard of M8trix and asks some questions about the establishment. From this tangent I learn from her she is from Las Vegas and she used to sell paintings in one of the casinos, and she has family that deal at the big casinos on the strip. Pretty cool eh? I was lucky to find some common ground with this person I had just met.
Sadly, her business is not doing very well. I ask her how she makes her money, she says she gets some good sales, sometimes a family will come and buy several paintings. She shows me some portraits on the wall and tells me she she did those herself. Some of her income comes from these portraits, and she also does lessons in the morning. This shop was not her first, she has had others before in other malls, but she tells me she is hoping to move on from this business and move back to Las Vegas. She owns a house there, but will not move until her son is out of high school and off to college. He might be going out of state she says, leaving her free to move back to Vegas. Until then, she will keep her little shop and sell these discounted paintings. My time is up now, my wife and son stroll by outside the shop so I tell her goodbye. Her name is Yvette, and she was pretty cool.
This experience started off daunting, she did not seem the type to strike up a conversation with some random customer. Why? Maybe she was so used to trying to sell the paintings to the customer rather than letting the paintings sell themselves. I told her I was looking for paintings that have an effect on me, effects like pulling me into the painting itself and seeing the world through the eyes of the painter. This could have led her to believe that she should let me be so I can find the right one that pulls me in. Maybe she got the feeling I was there not to buy a painting, but to learn about her business so she started talking more. I did not give up though, I stuck around and continued to talk to her and ask her questions. More and more we opened ourselves up to each other, feeling comfortable in the process. This I hope I can develop more when I find others to meet.
Her niche is located in an odd location, Oakridge mall. It's probably not often people go to the mall with the hopes to find a painting to put on the wall. She keeps going though, business may not be the best, but at least she has business. Portraits, paintings and lessons, go check them out. Her name is Yvette, and she might not be there much longer.
Monday, October 15, 2012
whats whens and whos
Already, I have been unable to bring myself towards another being in order to strike up a conversation. My problem is I have yet to come up with my guiding questions. What is it that I want to learn from people? Do I need
I am sure right now everyone who reads these posts knows me on a face to face basis. Eventually, people will read this post who do not know me at all, only through what i write on here. So then, here is a little about me. I live in San Jose, Ca. I have lived here since 2009, and before here I lived in the Santa Cruz area. Before that, I lived in Soledad, and before that blah blah. I currently work in the casino business, in a place called Casino M8trix. My job is to watch people gamble, win or lose, and either pay them or collect their losings. Sadly, people mostly lose, and sadly even more, it is usually the same people losing every day. Come to think of it, I think I am getting pretty tired of watching all these people lose their money. Unfortunately, I am paid by my company to take their money so that my salary and all my coworkers salaries can be paid as well. This is a backwards type of service, where the people paying are not getting any tangible object, or useful service out of their money. All they get is a hope of hitting it big, but the reality of this business is not the short term gains or losses, it is the long term LOSS.
We have all been in this situation, where we gain little but lose lots. I have been living this situation for quite a while now, and now more than most times. What I need is to get myself out of this situation. Hurry now, I tell myself, help myself and others. Depression is much too much of a word for what I feel, maybe what I am looking for is remorse. Do I need to repent for my willingness and desire to starve people of their money so that I can please my boss? These gifts I have are wasted, where in my daily live to I help others? I say nowhere.
Here I think is my chance. If I find ways to get to know other people, share myself with them, and share ourselves with my readers, I believe I can create something astound. There are millions of people within miles of me, but I only know dozens, and of these dozens, only a few do I know really well. Give me time, and day by day, one by one, I will get to know everybody there is to know.....
I am sure right now everyone who reads these posts knows me on a face to face basis. Eventually, people will read this post who do not know me at all, only through what i write on here. So then, here is a little about me. I live in San Jose, Ca. I have lived here since 2009, and before here I lived in the Santa Cruz area. Before that, I lived in Soledad, and before that blah blah. I currently work in the casino business, in a place called Casino M8trix. My job is to watch people gamble, win or lose, and either pay them or collect their losings. Sadly, people mostly lose, and sadly even more, it is usually the same people losing every day. Come to think of it, I think I am getting pretty tired of watching all these people lose their money. Unfortunately, I am paid by my company to take their money so that my salary and all my coworkers salaries can be paid as well. This is a backwards type of service, where the people paying are not getting any tangible object, or useful service out of their money. All they get is a hope of hitting it big, but the reality of this business is not the short term gains or losses, it is the long term LOSS.
We have all been in this situation, where we gain little but lose lots. I have been living this situation for quite a while now, and now more than most times. What I need is to get myself out of this situation. Hurry now, I tell myself, help myself and others. Depression is much too much of a word for what I feel, maybe what I am looking for is remorse. Do I need to repent for my willingness and desire to starve people of their money so that I can please my boss? These gifts I have are wasted, where in my daily live to I help others? I say nowhere.
Here I think is my chance. If I find ways to get to know other people, share myself with them, and share ourselves with my readers, I believe I can create something astound. There are millions of people within miles of me, but I only know dozens, and of these dozens, only a few do I know really well. Give me time, and day by day, one by one, I will get to know everybody there is to know.....
Sunday, October 14, 2012
ants and humans
If you are reading this, you are beginning a journey that will take you far beyond the ordinary day to day meanderings onto an easily accessible yet scarcely traveled path towards ONE. Everyday we humans go about our daily lives, we pass each other up with at most a nod, a hello, a friendly smile. Even stranger, sometimes we come into physical contact, whether it be a bump or a purposeful wandering hand into a member of the opposite sex, which both of these usually result in an apology. Our community wired brain has a short circuit deep deep deep down and it is resulting in the wrong kind of ONE. Where we used to have community gatherings, we now have self outings. We are guilty of relying on ourselves, yet losing the gift of others to enhance our mundane lives. It's time we learn to share, accept, love and bump one another all over again.
Have you ever watched ants? Nature shows have told me there are autonomous shells of life that scuttle about the ground, trees, my sandwich, all under the direction of a Queen ant. She needs food to survive and make more ants, so she has a hierarchy of ants to do her work. Some search for food, some move larvae out of their hole when I pour water on their home, and some are soldiers who defend their home. Very interesting concept here, sounds to me like we humans are...similar? Do we not have a queen which we provide food for? Ok, maybe not a literal queen, but an entity, body, idea or somerather we put ourselves out for daily to make happy? Whether it be food or services. Yes, our government. Our government is dependent on us people to keep functioning, but we can take it a step backwards in time. We used to be community based peoples, without reigning empires with battleships and space shuttles. Even when we were hunter gatherers, were we not a community? Let me focus more on the community here, than the government gigantic city-states we are a part of now.
How about then larvae movers? From what I can tell when I am drowning their home, they are the same ants that are out dismantling the grasshopper on my sidewalk, just on a different work schedule. Maybe these have the day off, so they get to just kick it with their soon to be comrades. Who cares, but we humans take care of our young, our old, ourselves. When we are not working trying to provide food for , or queen, don't we just hang out at home with babies? Say yes now, we all do. Ok, maybe not, but we all do get days off, and these babysitters are not working the food gathering business that day.
Soldier ants, do I need to elaborate on the similarities here? I don't think so, my point is made. Now, to get to the real point of these little ants. Spend some time watching a line of ants, at least 2.16 minutes. Do all the ants just pass each other up? I mean come on, I am pretty sure the ants going in one direction are heading to the place where the other ants going in the opposite direction came from, and vise versa. How often do you see these ants stop and make CONTACT with one another? For sure more contact than us humans that. Maybe they are saying hello, kissing, exchanging drugs or sugar, what I do know is they are making contact.
What purpose would a mindless drone make contact with one another under the direction of one queen ant serve? I sure as hell cannot think of a reason, can you?
Yes I know, as well as everybody else, we all have somewhere to be or someone more important to talk to than just some person we do not know. Have you ever just struck up a conversation with someone you do not know just for conversations' sake? Do you ever just extend a hand to someone just so you can shake theirs? Each and every one of us are conscious beings who have our own experiences, wisdom, failures and successes to share with one another, yet we choose to live alone. We rely on those we know, not the ones we do not. Mainstream media allows us to look up to people we do not know, and take advice from them. I like Jay-Z and he like ________ so I think I will like ________ too!! Well guess what, Jay-Z probably does not like ________, but people pay him to so therefore we see Jay-Z liking ________.
Anyway, I want to get back to our human roots, and seek out people to come in contact with. I will seek out one person a day, whether it be that guy smoking a cigarette or that woman watching her child play in the park, and have human to human contact with them. I cannot even imagine how much knowledge I will be able to access through my fellow human beings after countless conversations, but what I do know is I will not be the same person I am now, I will be much much MORE!
Have you ever watched ants? Nature shows have told me there are autonomous shells of life that scuttle about the ground, trees, my sandwich, all under the direction of a Queen ant. She needs food to survive and make more ants, so she has a hierarchy of ants to do her work. Some search for food, some move larvae out of their hole when I pour water on their home, and some are soldiers who defend their home. Very interesting concept here, sounds to me like we humans are...similar? Do we not have a queen which we provide food for? Ok, maybe not a literal queen, but an entity, body, idea or somerather we put ourselves out for daily to make happy? Whether it be food or services. Yes, our government. Our government is dependent on us people to keep functioning, but we can take it a step backwards in time. We used to be community based peoples, without reigning empires with battleships and space shuttles. Even when we were hunter gatherers, were we not a community? Let me focus more on the community here, than the government gigantic city-states we are a part of now.
How about then larvae movers? From what I can tell when I am drowning their home, they are the same ants that are out dismantling the grasshopper on my sidewalk, just on a different work schedule. Maybe these have the day off, so they get to just kick it with their soon to be comrades. Who cares, but we humans take care of our young, our old, ourselves. When we are not working trying to provide food for , or queen, don't we just hang out at home with babies? Say yes now, we all do. Ok, maybe not, but we all do get days off, and these babysitters are not working the food gathering business that day.
Soldier ants, do I need to elaborate on the similarities here? I don't think so, my point is made. Now, to get to the real point of these little ants. Spend some time watching a line of ants, at least 2.16 minutes. Do all the ants just pass each other up? I mean come on, I am pretty sure the ants going in one direction are heading to the place where the other ants going in the opposite direction came from, and vise versa. How often do you see these ants stop and make CONTACT with one another? For sure more contact than us humans that. Maybe they are saying hello, kissing, exchanging drugs or sugar, what I do know is they are making contact.
What purpose would a mindless drone make contact with one another under the direction of one queen ant serve? I sure as hell cannot think of a reason, can you?
Yes I know, as well as everybody else, we all have somewhere to be or someone more important to talk to than just some person we do not know. Have you ever just struck up a conversation with someone you do not know just for conversations' sake? Do you ever just extend a hand to someone just so you can shake theirs? Each and every one of us are conscious beings who have our own experiences, wisdom, failures and successes to share with one another, yet we choose to live alone. We rely on those we know, not the ones we do not. Mainstream media allows us to look up to people we do not know, and take advice from them. I like Jay-Z and he like ________ so I think I will like ________ too!! Well guess what, Jay-Z probably does not like ________, but people pay him to so therefore we see Jay-Z liking ________.
Anyway, I want to get back to our human roots, and seek out people to come in contact with. I will seek out one person a day, whether it be that guy smoking a cigarette or that woman watching her child play in the park, and have human to human contact with them. I cannot even imagine how much knowledge I will be able to access through my fellow human beings after countless conversations, but what I do know is I will not be the same person I am now, I will be much much MORE!
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