There are times that I want to have faith in humanity. When a fire man rushes into a burning building to save a puppy. When a soldier comes home to hug his family. When a kid sticks up to a bully while he is bullying another kid. My faith in humanity grows stronger.
Then I see people who think they are above others. Who think that because someone is a little bit different they have full right to push them down to the dirt, torment them, take their rights away.
When I see those people I start to lose my faith in humanity, and simultaneously lose my temper.
Religion is not an excuse to put someone else down. Why? BECAUSE IF YOU BELIEVE IN A HIGHER BEING AND YOU BELIEVE IN A RELIGION YOU NEED TO UNDERSTAND THIS ONE FACT.
ALL RELIGIONS PREACH ACCEPTANCE AND KINDNESS TO EVERYONE. NOT A CERTAIN GROUP OF PEOPLE. TO EVERYONE.
DON’T EVER USE YOUR RELIGION OR YOUR GOD AS AN EXCUSE TO ACT LIKE A JACKASS
It’s a Friday night. I really have no plans, but I’m open to anything. A friend calls me and tells me a couple of the guys are going to a bar just a couple minutes away from where I was. Some drinks, good conversation, so I figured why not. I get dressed, grab my keys and drive.
I walk in and it looks just like any other bar. A bartender swarmed with people just making a drink for the next person, and people yelling at her for drinks. A bunch of young college girls jumping around the dance floor, and guys surrounding them. I take in all the noise and observe everything around me as I am trying to look for my friends. Ah! There they are sitting at the table with a pitcher and looking like the most obnoxious bunch. I head over and they all scream my name. I’m surrounded by smiles and everyone shaking my hand. For five seconds i feel like the man. I grab a seat and we start talking. Just the normal conversation all guys have. Girls, drinking, cars, drinking, sports, drinking. Nothing too out of the usual. Then I saw her.
From across the room, being the only girl not willing to act like an idiot. Guy’s kept coming up to her and she would shut them down one by one. With a beautiful smile, sun kissed skin, hair as dark as a raven, and eyes as big as an anime character. She was different. She wasn’t dressed like your average college girl going out to a bar. No, she was a bit sophisticated. She had on white pants and a black top. Glasses that rested right at the bridge of her nose. Her hair looked like it rested perfectly on her shoulders. No curls, no waves, just straight down. I noticed every detail. It may have been only 10 seconds that I was looking at her, but in those ten second my brain had already perceived her to be what true beauty looks like. Something about her told me she was a bit more modest than the rest of them and that it wouldn’t be easy to talk to her. Then on the eleventh second of course she looks straight at me. Shit. I must have looked creepy, what do I do? I flash her a smile out of nervousness. She flashes one back. Then that was it.
I missed my chance. Her friends come back and sweep her away.
That was the first time I saw what perfect could look like, and probably the last time.