Every american I’ve met has been willing to kill for something, or willing to die for something.

But not a single one of them is willing to be inconvenienced in the slightest. That’s our sickness.

So i spent a long time ruminating on that and now i’m even more depressed than I was and shit is getting bad again. Sorry for the livejournal post, I haven’t made one in a while. Still around.

  • Lurkmore [none/use name, comrade/them]@hexbear.netEnglish
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    15 days ago

    Hard disagree. There is nothing wrong with being kind to strangers and especially the people forced to serve you.

    I’ve worked retail for way too long, and it’s worse being treated like an inanimate object. I have to greet the customers and I hate not to be acknowledged at all.

    People acting like my existence isn’t an inconvenience is nice. People acknowledging that I’m real, and tangible, and human, is nice. I ask people how they are, I smile at them, I tell them to have a good day. I apologize too much, and constantly say excuse me.

    I’m not trying to force myself on anyone. I feel compelled to be nice and it bothers me when I’m not. I also strongly prefer when people are nice to me. I don’t think trying to further shed our humanity and alianate each other will ever help us.