The best thing about working at a heartless multinational chain store is that you get to meet lots of interesting people who are enslaved by consumerism. One guy came in who was very tall and his skin was the darkest skin I have ever seen. He was beautiful, but in this alien sort of way. And I thought this sentence: “you are not a human“. I just wanted to undress him and dissect him. It was like when you look at a beautiful painting but you are in agony because you cannot see it in close enough detail. I wanted to look at the goose bumps on his strange skin and cut him open, to look at the muscles and bones inside him. I wanted to pinch his strange skin to test if it was real or painted. And from a totally non-racist perspective, I can see how some White people used to think that Black people were not-human/below-them. He looked so Alien. If I didn’t know any better I would swear we were a different species. I guess we sort of are.

And on the same tone. A guy came in , he could have been part Asian, or part south American or part Middle eastern or something. (Because he had nice olive skin). But there was a clue: he had the aboriginal flag tattooed on his arm. I asked him about his tattoo and he said his dad was an aboriginal. And then I mentioned that this was cool because he would have tons of scholarships available to him.

Note: I am always looking at competitions and grants and arts programs; and in every form I have ever considered filling out, there has been this section where I can state if I have Aboriginal or Torres Straight Islander heritage. Oh how i crave to be able to tick that box, knowing that it is almost a total guaranty that I will be allowed into the program! There are entire opportunity’s . constructed . exclusively for aboriginals. In every center of higher learning there are offices and people devoted to supporting aboriginals.

The guy nodded his head and said “Yup, thats how I pay for uni”. I wanted to attack him. I wanted to scream at him “Your fathers genes are not a disability! You are not deformed! You are not handicapped! You are not stupid! You are just like me!” I wish my great great grandparents had their land stolen. Actually, I take that back, because maybe, maybe it is better to work for things in this life instead of feeling entitled to free hand outs all the time.

On the same note, an adorable Asian lady came through the drive through today. There is something about Asians that makes me want to cuddle them and take them home and put them on my shelf. Maybe it was her perky cheeks, or her minute stature, or the fact that she said things in her cute accent. If I said “pardon me” she would take a deep breath and say it more clearly. Almost as if the words had formed in the back of her throat and she had to spit them out without dinting the sound. But as much as I adore Asians, I wish I did not feel that they were systematically taking over my country. There are parts of Brisbane where everything is in Chinese. Asians are everywhere. And more of them are coming in every year and they are not learning our languages and they are eating sushi instead of having barbeque’s. And a part of me wants to welcome their diversity, but another part of me thinks, “This is how you seize control of a country without declaring war”.

On the same note, I saw a guy who wore a t-shirt with the Australian flag on it. And this is what it said: “Support it <Australian flag > or F#!k off.” I wanted to tell him that he was being oober Un-Australian. I don’t even know what his shirt meant exactly… but I am amazed by these people who wear shirts that have these bitchy sayings on him. What is wrong with them?

Meeting all these interesting and different people reminds me how different we all are. And what a wonderful thing this is. *takes a deep breath*, it is so wonderful I cant even explain it. I’ve been trying to tack on some sort of principle at the end of this post but it wont come to me, so I will leave you to draw your own conclusions from my writings! tata!