I was just struck with an unbearable fatigue. The way you can only feel on a friday afternoon. Will my legs carry me home? Will my feet lead my way to safety? I want to give someone somethin beautiful, in a box that says "I am transporting a treasure" and on the beutiful something will be a note that says "I am a treasure". Or maybe it needs to be printed to a tshirt.
I had an vision of impulsively getting a tattoo this weekend. Just walking in to the parlor and doing it. It needs to be done soon, I am even more sure now than ever what it will be and where. Chances that I will actually go trough with it? 10%? 15%? And the weird part is that what really keeps me from doing it is the cost. I'd feel superficial and vain as fcuk for doing it, when that very sum of money could save x number of lives, free tibet, stop global warming and cure cancer. It's getting harder and harder to spend...
On a related topic I heard a radio interview the other day. It seems the swedish public are slow and reluctant on embracing the "fair trade" products that are available. The woman in the interview, who was an ex-head of one of the largest ehm, you know food store chain thingys, had the theory that the swedish people, traditionally under a solid socialist rule (don't try to pretend it's not embedded in our culture), are so used to having a governmentally controlled economic system that they ASSUME that whatever is dished out within our border has passed some form of control. Well, get wise, it hasn't.
And then there was the discussion about ecological products and how they didn't contain less poisons than the "normal" goods. It bugged the hell out of me that no one in the debate made the obvious deduction that the poisonous herbacides and pesticides that are showered over the "normal" crops then MUST be either in the ground where crops grow (seeping quietly like cancer down to the ground water, off to the seas) or in the people that harvest and grow them (i.e. the poor, exploited third world workers that are mutilated, killed and crippled so that you, yes you and me, can buy cheaper shinier friuts and veg. I got so aggravated by the piss-bag that kept saying that there was No reason to buy ecological food. Whatta dumbfuck asshole shit for brains. Ahhahhaha.. I like getting a little pissed off. It doesn't happend that often cuz I usually keep this side repressed in order not to go insane from the despair of looking at the world today.
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My goodness, jesus louiseus.. Sorry bout the rant. Back all blasé and sarcastic some other day.
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I'm gonna start up a poker game, weekly or biweekly. Wanna join? I'm not even joking. Call me.
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