I tend find beauty in everyone. It’s something that I’ve picked up through the years, something which came along unexpectedly as a by-product of being pissed all over by society and its friends, having lust and hate and love hit me hard in the face, something positive born from the ashes of hate and anger, which, like a phoenix, rose up within me as inconspicuously as a shadow in the night. But regardless of however such a gift came to be, I'm thankful for it. It allows me to forget about judging people based on first impressions. It allows me to seek out one key element of them, something special which was perhaps hidden behind the physical veneer, and see them for their wonderful parts. The way they walk, whether it be with elegant gracefulness or whether it be a jumble of mixed up, clumsy stumbles. They way they talk, pouring their intelligence into words, which are transformed into sound by two plates of muscle, falling out from the tips of their tongues with seasonings of accents and facial expressions and weird little hand gestures. The way they don’t just look, they see, gazing or glancing or glaring or staring or peering or observing.
The atmosphere they pull around themselves. It’s kinda like each and every individual is a star, around them a solar system, unique to them, revolves around their gravity, a solar system of emotions and thoughts, views, opinions, characteristics and relationships, loves, hates, and every shade of grey in between. Everything which makes them human orbits them, pulled inwards and held close by their gravity. However beautiful their solar system is: whether it be scattered with gaseous nebulas, sprinkled with a delightful helping of crystal-like new born planets or seasoned with asteroid belts and dark cosmic matter in between, each person’s universe is so different, each cosmos, like DNA, creates a pattern which defines the person for exactly who the hell they are. Depending on who they are, they either shine brightly or begin to fade with a dull, tarnished glow. Of course, this is all metaphorical. But I think it creates a pretty decent image of how we as people are composed, or as how I see it. It’s not all biology, because biology rarely holds any real beauty. What beauty lies within cell walls and mitochondria is far outshone by the beauty of a few kind words from a stranger or the cold mornings reminiscing with a cup of coffee, or a warm smile from a figure across the room, or that feeling of knowing that despite the fact that the world may be crashing down on you, everything else is worth a smile, and you’ve always got two middle fingers for when times are hard.
I mean, most people look at a person and instantly make a judgement. They remark on whether they’re fat, thin, tall, short, pretty, ugly; they stereotype them, depending on their race, clothes, demeanor, body language, and become irritated almost to the point of being angry when they don’t fit into any of the molds they expect them to fit into; this constant ignorance of people only results in a violent, fucking awful society full of people who do nothing but complain, hate, taunt and bitch all day, sitting on their fucking asses and protest about the fact that ‘no one is doing anything to change the world’ yet they themselves are not actively going out there to make the changes that they want to see, because they’re too arrogant to acknowledge the fact that the only way that this fucking disgusting world is gonna change is if people such as themselves lift themselves out of their armchairs, switch off the fucking tv, close their fucking mouths when it comes to judging people they don’t know and then stepping out of their front doors into the bright sun of the waiting world to chase after the results they want from this so called ‘change’. But, the blame shifts to ‘everyone else’, however broad that statement may be, and the issue is shrugged off.
I hate that. Sometimes I hate people. I forget that they’re actually people and think of them as stupid little cardboard cut outs, prancing about everywhere and just playing out political radio broadcasts through their mouth holes. But they’re still so interesting, each and every one of them. That’s why it’s so irritating, being me. Because I can’t ignore the fact that even though some people may be genuine assholes, there’s a scrap of humanity inside of them which still contains a little of the beauty that they could have had on a higher level, had they cultivated it. I can’t ignore the fact that yes, they may be rude, self centered, ignorant, bigoted twats, but they still deserve to be treated with respect because the only crime they’ve committed is the crime of being a complete and utter waste of space. If only people took a long, hard stare into their mirror reflections, and understood the side of them that others saw, understood how to fix it, create something better out of it, and actually bothered to stop judging people for their outer features and begin to fucking communicate with the rest of the human world. Unfortunately, some will never learn. Those are the people dragging everything down. Those are the people who are stopping change from happening.
