Lost Highway

She was explaining that animals had souls too. Nobody challenged her opinion. It was possible, we knew. What we weren’t sure of was if we had any.

People in love often become edgy, dangerous. They loose their sense of perspective. They become nervous, psychotic bores. They even become killers.

This is something i wrote awhile ago, i think it explains what is…. right now

I walked into the office and there was Emily browsing through pictures of floods as she enlarged and pixelated an elongated photo of the recent Queensland floods which she would glue to the four donation cans. I walked straight out of the office. She placed a donation can on all of our tills and I knew there would be some sort of instructive jibber jabber about the donation cans, even if it takes the smallest amount of common sense to know that we either have to keep them in front of our tills for people to see or hide them behind the tills so that no one would steal them. Either way it would be a set of stern instructions that was only to assert her dictative authority she had as our supervisor. The staff are always prepared for some sort of lecture or telling off from her like a bunch of school children not knowing when they will be getting into trouble for throwing that soggy toilet paper on the toilet roofs during their lunch break they had two weeks ago. We are always on our toes. It so happens to be that we needed to keep the donation cans behind our tills in case someone steals them and suggest to every costumer that they donate some of their spare change. Nor do we need to be lectured on the perhaps of someone stealing a donation can and nor do we need to be informed of this because we’re all completely capable of using our common sense to know that we aren’t going to put it at the end of our counter for someone to grab. And anyway, who is going to steal a donation can? After her seemingly loud and obnoxious display of informing her staff of the ‘situation’ which is really just a mere consideration they might or might not have to take onboard, in what feels like a staff meeting we all go back to serving the line of wanky customers.  With all this fuss she made I watched Emily serve the next customer. Distracted from the old man that I was serving at the time I make myself more then aware of her every transaction she made with her customers. She insists on them donating their change, which by insists means that she asks ‘politely’ but just comes off plain rude because she doesn’t know how to be polite. Of course the customer is petrified of her forward insistence and too scared to not poor out all the change in their wallets. Emily’s donation can is full before I can get my first penny. Its’s all well and good for the Queensland flood fund but not so well and good for me on the receiving end of the ignorance and ego of the common man. Emily is an extreme example. She is completely blind to any understanding that almost everyone is smarter then her and all thats she is good for is keeping order and submitting everyone to the science experiment of her own confidence. My mate Sam who almost every time i see finds a way of calling me the worst person in the world comes down from the projection box to have a dig at really anything there is to have a dig at. That person happened to be me at the time, as he mentioned some bullshit about me not showing up to Chris’s party as I told him I had better things to do with myself. Out of frustration I mentioned that I had no care for the floods in Queensland and that people only think it’s important because the media headlines the disastrous effects the floods had to so many poor innocent lives. People deserve what they get and guess what everyone - 15 people have died. Yes, only 15. Seems that the disastrous effects aren’t really that disastrous when there are millions of children dying of preventable diseases that no one really cares in comparison to these 15 lives everyone is making a fuss about. I also brought up the annoying argument of animal cruelty (which I do even if it has little relevance to the issue is at hand), explaining to him that millions of animals die in the most cruel and inhumane of ways and there is a incredibly rare amount of people that have even bothered to take a step back from their satisfied taste buds to have a look at something that they know is happening. But obviously it can’t be that big of a deal because the media doesn’t say anything about it. I always use that argument because its a real annoying one that gets people wanting you to shut up because it too how for themselves to face such a serious reality about a petty thing like an animal. But then you just don’t shut up because they aren’t petty, and you keep going and you tell them that 10% of baby piglets die of deformities, but not because they are deformed but because they are thumped over the head for being so useless to the animal farming industry. So, Sam swallowed that whole probably thinking about how much of a dick I am and then comes back with something about the death toll in Queensland rising, which makes him feel a little better about himself. But only because he is bringing up a ‘relevant’ point, which makes him ‘smarter’ or something. People including Emily begin to overhear the conversation but they just continue with their work, but i know who’s side they are on by the glances they’re giving me every time i speak and it’s clearly not mine. They will go home and talk about how devastating it must be for those poor people in Queensland that have lost everything (being their material possessions), and what it must feel like to have not know where your family is (if you are lost that is). Sure its a little touching, but in the spectrum of bad things in the world - it isn’t really that bad. It’s only bad because it’s our country and they have are yet to realise that were all patriotic wankers. And all I want to say is don’t be so concerned because you aren’t even a vegetarian and being a vegetarian is the easiest thing in the world! But I didn’t say that I just looked like the dick and everyone that’s over-hearding me thinks I’m a dick and i even think I’m a dick, but I cant help all this hate. I cant help but to speak up against these pathetic low-lifes who aren’t vegetarians. All this bottled up hate. I really hate people.