What did you call me?

| Henna Timanttimetsä
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On. It has been truly odd, unpleasant and hurtful to notice that in places one thinks one might meet the most open-minded, warmhearted, civilized and somewhat knowledgeable people one suddenly becomes disappointed in a very cruel manner. When I talk about revolution and when is it, this is one issue that pops out and where to begin: the amount of intolerance, ignorance and sheer stupidity is immeasurable. It has blown me away and the limit to tolerate intolerance for me is nonexistent, but for many it seems to be ok to be an asshole. I have no compassion for bullshit, hypocrites nor pretence, I feel sorry for you.
Arts has been the biggest disappointment. Like what is it all about: seemingly art is embracing everybody. Give me a definition, because I’m pissed, appalled and angry. Also what I have heard and seen in my work with disabled, the same thing. So you teach kids not to bully, but you bully people yourselves. I have become to wonder what kind of adults have we now, emotionally and mentally on a level of teenagers that don’t hesitate to use violence (shaming, isolating, calling names, talking ill, bullying in the worst ways possible and such behavior seems to be accepted in places of work especially). There are several spots to put a finger on in me and my goodness I cause a stir simply by what I wear, how easy is that! But of course I’m glad, it tells me I’m fantastic. The list is actually quite long of things why I stick out, and I’m not a-living-in-the-norm-and-liking-it kind of person. I DO STICK OUT also knowingly. I have learned to appreciate my difference and I make a difference because of my difference. I believe that my loud laughter and bizarre ways keep shocking you in the future. Let’s say OMG together! Provoking is interesting because it is so easy.
 
One more thing, does the work define the worker? I have many professions and I work much, how would that define me. It does in many ways. Do my professions and jobs make me as a person? What makes me? How do you define a person when you meet; as one-dimensional shell that was born yesterday and knows nothing or as a human being full of possibilities and ideas and possibly a nice person, friendly perhaps and funny. I’m really curious, please send me your visions on world and its people. What are people to you? Are they something to step on and use, misuse, are people trash. TRASH? And how have you come to think the way you do?
There are jobs that are not valued much, meaning that people doing those jobs are not valued, because they have ‘ended up’ doing something you don’t value and would not do. Is that what gives value to work, our appreciation. Do people have value as human beings, as themselves, which I have seriously started to doubt, since I am trash, mud and dirt – that is the reality I have faced (not the only one I’m afraid). What has happened, has been humanity showing its might turning against its might, plainly showing weakness thinking it is the might, if you know what I mean, phony strength. I have  my view on myself which is solid and true, I wanted to tell how I have experienced living with you guys. Gee.
 

Arrogance is never intelligent. Don’t underestimate anyone’s intelligence of which you know nothing about or give diagnosis of anyone’s state of mind, health, background, sexual orientation etc. unless you really are a doctor and someone is wanting to hear his/her condition. It is degrading to be measured by looks, sex, work, schooling, art or other things, some kind of thinking you know, when you don’t. Respect is the key word! Hopefully those IQs keep jumping on up and scoring, since intelligence is a complex thing. Thumbs up. Have a perverted dream or something.