Never Walked In High Heels

My cable breaks down all the time. I’ve stopped buying magazines because, quite simply, they depress me and as you already know by the first of this year I made a conscious choice not to follow the news. These three things , combined with the fact that I don’t fit into the traditional mold of what a young woman ought to be, means that most days whenever I walk through the shopping center to get to work I feel like I am on the outside looking in at the world rather than the other way around. The funny thing is, people actually can’t stand those of us who are able to watch the world go by. They want everyone to be caught up in it and whisked away in some weird combination of lust and greed. The truth is, we live in a world which craves cultural homogeny. Everyone should want what we want.

This is the point in time when my political science creature would step up and make some sort of philosophical commentary about the state of the world. The truth is you could blame capitalism for this rat race fueled by advertising and big companies wanting to sell more, thereby making the rich richer. Or you could blame socialism, fueled by an unattainable ideal that everyone would not only be equal but also the same, have the same items, want the same things, and not lack any of the same necessities. Someone could probably find a way to blame every political philosophy in the world should they want to, but it doesn’t change the fact that every single one of us wants the world to operate our way. And every single one of us thinks deep down that our way of seeing the world is the best way to do so.

We are adept at filling the silences in our mind with the sound of things which we don’t have and the craving for those things that we want. Humanity, as a whole, excels in creating idols of ourselves and being prepared to seek whatever we desire at all possible costs. The cult of homogeny means that deep down we are unable to understand why we don’t have everything we want, but also why we want these items in the first place. Furthermore it means that we cannot begin to comprehend the idea that maybe not everyone wants items such as the strongest army in the world, more wealth, more land, or simply more food. But also it means that we can’t even begin to see why anyone would see the world any different than we see it. After all, when an individual sees himself as the center of the universe, there is only one way to look at each individual object in relation to him.

Looking at the world from the outside, being unable to run around in high heeled shoes, incapable of grabbing the latest mocha frappuccino in a Starbucks cup and refusing to have any contact with the popular hysteria brought on by the news means that I do have to see the world differently. There are moments where I catch myself standing in line at a checkout counter trying to decipher the headlines on a magazine cover and having no idea what the lingo is referring to. I have to say, I might not like it when I have no idea what’s going on around me, but I do enjoy it when I don’t feel obligated to sit with the entire pasteurized culture that I am surrounded by.

I am told by my friends that sometime soon, I will have to be sucked in to what they now call the “Two Percent Culture”. That is a place where only two percent of all real people actually honestly sit in. The rest of the people skim themselves off the top or try to be caught up in a whirlwind of frenzy. But based on cultural centrifuge which somehow acts as a great equalizer, so that they too can seem to belong. But the truth is I never think I will fit in there. Moreover, I don’t think that I want to.