I was walking into the café, and a uniformed officer had two cups of giant iced type coffee drinks in his hands was coming out. I had my hands full with my computer and a stack of papers. The officer saw me coming, was just being kind and went to get the door for me. And as the door started closing, he went to block it while holding the two giant cups, for whatever reason as I watched a spectacular explosion of milk coffee drink go all over the officers freshly cleaned uniform. If you were judging spills, this would be a 9.95 as the rising sun just accentuated the spray of coffee going everywhere.
I gasped. The uniforms here are a dark black color and the guy’s taser, gun, and everything else got soaked. I felt bad; as this is why I don’t drink sugar-based coffee…I ruined too many computer keyboards in the early days. So I felt bad watching him clean the parts to his various weapons, knowing a sugar layer wanted to form all over everything.
This morning was a far cry from yesterday’s café experience, of which I will post beneath this – liquid pigs. The contrast between the two had me ask, “when you sincerely try to do something nice, why doe sit turn out many times that something bad happens?”
I went and got the officer some towels, the baristas remade the drink and when he left, I got the door and said, “hey, think of it as the bad stuff is out of the way for the day, the rest will be great.” Now, this was yesterday’s experience:
Liquid pigs – too much consumption of stuff
I am sitting in a starbucks watching 6 people who made a big stink about needing to sit together, bringing in food from the outside, eating it, and then ordering their coffee. Now they are all staring into their mobile phones, texting, and oblivious to anything but their own family. It is an odd phenomenon to witness. It is a family from the country south of the border, who is very different from the amazing people I have met in this town from the same country. It is the world of the haves versus have not’s in the S. American culture.
It doesn’t’ matter where you travel on the planet, there are those that have much, those that have little in material possessions and then there is that group that has a little, that thinks they have much. Call it the junior league or little league of Nouveau riche. But that is what I witnessed more in s. America and the Middle East. People would fight for “something” because in some way it made them feel different or better than others.
Is this part of the human condition and living within the known confines our human senses? Not realizing there is more and we are capable of more than just being an animal?
I still remember a friend that spent time in Saudi Arabia explaining how their apartment burned and the locals were fighting over burnt broken dishes.
But what does this group of 6 people look like? Forgive me for being a bit judgmental, but it is like taking a herd of swine, dressing them up in gaudy dinner gowns and fake jewels and watch them act like liquid to fill up the space they are in. I am trying to understand the “why?” they act like liquid pigs…but I can’t. Instead, what I a sensing and getting is a table of very large humanoids, simply sitting and grazing at the large community table, oblivious that it is a community table, and the starbuck's is not their private home where they cab bring in food and act the way they do. I am surprised they don’t bring in a bag of groceries and use the kitchen.
I would expect this behavior from several Americans I know, but I am being taught, this behavior is universal. You will see it in a different way, flavor and shape anywhere you go on the planet. Maybe I can sense or relate to it because I was a fool once in thinking stuff would bring one happiness?
But I wonder if these folks realize it? Will they ever get it? I don’t think so. They are too busy playing with their mobile phones and pads to notice anyone else. When this toy doesn’t work, another will come to fill up what is a void missing in ones heart and soul. Is it because they don’t know there is more? Or did they get sucked into the marketing and media message of success. I look into their eyes and really am not seeing much of anything…what a strange reality.
Just an odd moment with a really strange energy emanating from the group, a very different feeling than what I get around the others who are in the neighborhood where a very different heart fills them. Maybe that is what I am witnessing, these hearts are all about stuff…possessions…things. I am trying to find some thread of beating heart and humanity, but I really can’t. It is a unique thing to see and feel what seems very dark, like a vacuum sucking life and consuming all the stuff around them.
Should I ask them the question, “are you happy?”
No. Tis not my place. Let them live in their cocoons. At least I know in the movie wall-e, people eventually wake up from their “stuff coma," heck, i did.
But right now, I must confess, I am ready to build a small jamming device and turn it on just to watch the reaction of six people panicking that their “stuff” doesn’t work. (life was much more fun pre 9-11)
What I am seeing is a darkness inside 6 people who would be the key characters in an animated cartoon series called liquid pigs. While a sad commentary on etiquette and manners, it is no different than Will Rogers saying people think he is a funny humorist, when all he did was report what he saw politican's doing.
The sad part is it probably would be hilarious, as that is what good humor does. It takes a real issue and problem that is not funny and gets us to feel better about ourselves by being able to point our finger at that which is different and say, “hah –look at them!”
It is indeed and odd world. I still believe humanity can change beyond self. What a weird post indeed…
The liquid pigs just left, I wished them well on their trip to Las Vegas, of which then they realized the big white guy understood some Spanish. As they left, the overall energy shifted, the air and environment became lighter…and yeah, they left crumbs and trash all over the floor from all the treats they brought with them inside the starbucks to have a coffee with. This really could make a good cartoon for adults…hmm.
Should I call Steve Wynn and warn him that some pigs that believe they are whales are coming his way?