Numero Uno
Coming off to a bad start, I can't seem to figure out what to post.Lately life has been the most bland. I work with a girl from Bengledash ( sp? ) and for some reason every time I hear about a bombing I look at her with the upmost sympathy. Is this alienating her? Or simply trying to be empathetic with where she comes from? I dont know, she tells me not to worry about it, and seems quite distant.. Actually this "girl" Is my manager. And I dont know how to approach the situation, but she must think I'm out of my mind when I look at her with these eyes like the bombings are happening in her own skin,and her own body is being torn apart.
Lately I've been reading in the paper about these two Canadians that are being held hostage in Iraq. I think its interesting, how whenever its Canadians that are thrown into the line of fire that are named "the innocent," Paul Martin takes action.. Wants to take much action, all the action he can, to step in. Yet, it never became such a prime issue until it was one of his own in his country that got involved.
Is this like that for everyone? Drunk drivers included? People drive drunk, push the line, boundaries, and do dangerous things, until it involves something personal to them, something close. And then its like something clicks in, that maybe there is more than just one person in the world. So why doesn't anyone do anything before it becomes personal? I mean I'm sure for someone out there close people are dying, but until it becomes something like a canadian "innocent," nothing happens.. What about all the other Innocents?
My manager says that I ask a lot of questions.. Always asking questions I am. I ask why about things all the time...
Why there is only two people on night shift.
Why things are the way they are...
Why someone would want to eat a cheeseburger at 3 in the morning..
Why the world is suddenly becoming insensitive..
The world I can relate to my job at McDonalds, in all honesty.. There are the employees that generally care about their job, and the customers that walk in. They understand they're working in a job to serve people, and thusly dont get bothered by going and doing an extra good job. Mopping till its spotless, asking if their coffee is hot enough, even getting a tiny blotch off of a window so things look beautiful.. And then there are the employee's that are just there to make their money and go home. Dont care for the store, or the people that both work there and come to get food. They dont do anything extra, dont help the opening shift before they leave, always complain instead of understanding..
Its like the world these days.. If everyone cared in the world, even about things that they shouldn't care about. Would we not feel so alone? Or should we just live our lives looking out for numberone to just come home one day, where we've only done our time, and then its gone.
We role model all these actors on tv, with these beautiful families, or broken homes of people trying to find their way.. And we model these families off of how things should be. And for the amount of television we watch, you'd think we'd take the hint. But there's always that rare friend, truely sincere person inside, that helps in some way.. Loyal, honest, but still falls down, and a message, something warm and beautiful. Maybe thats why we're so addicted to it, because its what we dont have, but need. So why are we feeding people beer and bread instead of a hug?
There I go with the questions again..
Why?
posted by Kendra Robillard @ 5:05 p.m.
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