Booting the bully

It is kind of easy to be philosophical when you're lying on your back, rain pounding against the window on a Sunday afternoon. It is even easier when you're watching a movie like The curious life of Benjamin Button.
I never wanted to watch that movie, and no not because Brad Pitt is all shriveled up for most of the movie (really how shallow do you think I am? Don't answer that). I didn't want to watch it because I thought it would be one of those awful tearjerkers that mess up your face, give you raccoon eyes so you scare the little kids coming out of the chipmunk show in the other theater and give your friends fodder to  joke about for weeks after.
But it wasn't - rather I found it thought-provoking. And if I was going to cry that was the one place to do it. One my sofa. Alone. With Puppy lovingly chewing my toes to comfort....Damn that dog has sharp teeth...
Anyway...the one scene that started me off in this direction was the one where they realise that with her working forward and him working backward......they were meeting in the middle...agewise. For one brief decade in their lives after being either too old or too young, then too young and too old...they were finally within the range of what was viewed as an acceptable age difference in society. So they went at it like rabbits for a few years before parting and end up being miserable for the rest of their lives.
Acceptable in society. Isn't it amazing how many lives we ruin with these three words? Who the hell is society anyway? But we do it all the time. We let people who we don't know, who don't care about us, who don't even know us, tell us what to think, to wear, to eat, what music is hip and cool to listen to, how thin we need to be, who to date, who to marry, where to live, which institution to study at, which car to drive, and who to associate with?
Are we crazy?! I'll tell you what the problem is, we're not strong enough to tell them to go hell. We need to fit in. We're not strong enough to believe that people will like us anyway even if we wear what suits us rather than what is in fashion and makes us look like a sausage with a too tight skin. And the ones who don't? F**k 'em. And we're not strong enough to support others who think like us. It is easier to go with the crowd.
That brings me to the ones who run around telling everyone how different they are. How they don't follow the mainstream? How everyone else is so mundane and institutional. F**k you too.
Listen buddy if you have to Tell everyone..THEY CAN"T SEE IT AND..YOU AIN'T IT....
You don't even know you're a bully do you? When you argue and push your point onto everyone who couldn't really give a damn about what you think.....you're a bully. When you ridicule someone else's taste in clothes, music, food, entertainment....YOU'RE A BULLY.
Kids kills themselves because younger versions of people like you make their lives a living hell in schools and colleges.
So if I want to wear red boots and an evening dress....I will. (Why don't I own red boots by the way?). I really tip my hat to my gay friends who dress and act the way they feel......that is honesty.
That takes courage.
My soapbox is dented...Benjamen Button has lived his life so in reverse that he is nothing but a dirty thought in his dad's mind......and I am going to look for red boots.
And by the way....I LIKE MICHAEL BUBLE.

Bisous
Sam