Standing outside my maths classroom before school this morning, I had the chance to observe people as they went by - my classroom's on the second level.
One particular group caught my eye - black hair with peroxide highlights (or the opposite), with orange powdery faces and egos the size of star systems. The scrags, as my wholesome, innocent friend Emily called them.
For fun I tried to put a poetic description to them. I reached the conclusion that they are like birds of prey, with their sharp aquiline noses, blank expressions and small faces. They claw at each other verbally, and squawk to each other about how he was in bed last night.
You get the picture. But this inevitably turned to philosophy. After all, it's the obvious topic one thinks of when contemplating these people. I began to wonder why they are what they are, and why I'm different, being what I am instead.
What separates us? What makes me different to them? What genes, relationships, mental processes, choices, make us different?
I think it's just the different situations in life we find ourselves in. I mean, even if they are 'scrags', I wouldn't class myself as better than them - if I was in their social circle, wouldn't I want to fit in with them? They have a different way of going about things than we do, but I don't think that necessarily makes them worse - or better - than us. For people in our social group, it's easy to brush those people off as bitches and hate them for it. But then, a lot of bitching happens in our group, too, we're just not as direct about it. Which, in its way, can be worse and even more damaging.
ReplyDeleteWell um... that was my rant. :)