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February 22, 2003
Fuck The Idiots
Had a generally good day yesterday despite dismal Italian buffet. But the company of friends was good and life felt like it was going to be alright. Went to Hilda's apartment and somehow ended up having a really intense conversation about politics and society and three people walked home at night thinking it was a pretty good night.
But a car filled with hooligans drove past.
And threw eggs at us.
And I got most of the eggs. Bruised my arms. Ruined my clothes.
And the day was almost ruined.
So much so that I burst out in tears. Not because I was sad, or scared. But because I was so angry. That I wished. I wished the car filled with those hooligans (racist or not) would crash and burn right about that moment. That they will die. That I wished death upon them. And I hated them more for making the worst of myself surface. That I so wanted them dead and I felt no remorse over it.
That was the second time I've ever wished death upon anyone. The first time was two years ago when Tiffy and I decided upon a late-night grocery shopping in the city's supermarket on a Friday night. And I met a seriously racist girl and she pushed me before throwing out verbal abuse. I almost picked a fight with the drunkard but Tiffy pulled me away in time. And there and then, I felt like I would be happier if she is dead.
I've faced much verbal abuse, sexual harrassment on the streets. In Perth, in Melbourne, in Sydney, in San Francisco and even in Singapore; but it's something about a physical attack that gets me incensed like nothing else. And it's times like that I understand a fraction of certain issues in my life that I never thought possible of comprehending.
Then I thought, it's probably people like those egg-throwing hooligans that are causing most of the wars that are happening around the world today.
Ridiculous hate-incited crimes by cowards who do not know how to think and make sense of their fear and anger. And they resort to wasting perfectly fresh eggs.
And my clothes. I had to be wearing my Kookai top, my Witchery jacket and my CK pants last night.
-frowns-
And unfortunately, I still do not wish good on their fate.
I'm ultimately vindictive, I know.
Posted by lainey at February 22, 2003 10:15 AM