P is for party
It was a Saturday night, and I was at a house party with many of my friends but with other people I never met before as well. I was sitting on the couch relaxing and analyzing my surroundings. It’s amazing seeing these interactions take place from an outside perspective. The underlying purpose behind all these interactions is acceptance, it seems like people will do anything for acceptance. I was gazing at this individual I never met before persuading one of his friends to have a drink, while his friend kept declining and insisting “I have work tomorrow bro.” But eventually after enough persuading, he took one drink, which led to two, which led to three, which led to him being just as drunk as anyone else. I start scrutinizing another occurrence which progressively had a bigger and bigger crowd watching it as well. Two guys were pushing each other and cursing each other out, but nothing happened. They both walked away. But one of the guy’s friends kept clowning him for not doing anything, and suddenly that guy turned around and started punching the other person and a fight ensued. In the midst of all this chaos, that thought came to me again. Is everything we humans do, in some form, to be accepted by one another?
Z is for zoo
As I walk around, gazing at all these exotic species, I wonder, are they happy? They’re not supposed to be locked up in a cage emulating a certain environment specialized for them, living a simulated version of what they should be living. As humans, what do you call it when someone is forcefully locked up? That’s imprisonment, and these animals are imprisoned for no reason. But then again, they don’t look unhappy, but how can one tell how they really feel? There have been many instances where some zoos get exposed for treating their animals poorly. The monkeys that I’m observing through the glass right now seem to be having the time of their life swinging around on tree branches. That makes it obvious that animals can still have fun while contained within a cage for everyone’s entertainment. My recommendation would be that people who work at the zoo have to treat their animals with care and affection to ensure that there is no animal cruelty happening within the zoo. That way, we are happy, and these exotic creatures are happy as well.
T is for Train
As I stand upon this train, gripping the pole to make sure I don’t fall, I look around and see many people that each have their own unique characteristics. Yet here we all are, at the same place with one similarity between each other; we each have to take this train right now to go somewhere for one reason or another. You can’t tell much of somebody’s character just by looking at them, but I was bored while waiting for my stop so I started to look at random individuals and guess where they’re heading off to after they get off the train. I see this young family with a baby in the stroller, and the mother trying to entertain the baby to make sure it doesn’t cry. I think they’re just heading home or maybe going grocery shopping, they don’t seem prepared to go for an event or anything of that nature. I look down and see two young Caucasian males with suits and briefcases laughing and joking around with each other. They must be co-workers heading off to work together. Suddenly the train stops and I check which stop it’s at. It was finally my stop, and I swiftly exited the train and headed to my friends house, which was just a couple blocks away. The diversity that you find on the train station is amazing, you’d never expect to see these type of people at the same place doing the same thing. The train is one of those places where you could literally find a young man headed off to work in a suit, sitting right beside a drug addict heading off to wherever they’re going to. The diversity is crazy to think about.