Did you know Southwest airlines makes really “large” people buy two seats when they fly? My most recent plan ride was on United.
At first all I could think of was my discomfort. Is everyone as selfish as me, or do I win some kind of up-my-own-ass-Grammy? A sort of or egocentric Emmy.
An airport is a prison full of sense numbing intrusions and contradictory illusions. The mere notion that I am “insecure” upon entering, only to be deemed “secure” minutes later by a judge called “security” is laughable. The only freedom experienced in airport is by children yet to realize they are being herded by something called “travel”. If you screamed in an airport everyone would run from you, except of course, those meant to contain your cries. The ones controlling the herd no matter the cost.
The prison just shrinks and flies when you get to the plane, it doesn’t ever really leave.
The woman siting beside me right now is large. When I say “large”, I mean bigger than obese. When I say large, I mean she is suppose to be sitting next to me, but much of her is sitting on me.
At first I am inconvenienced and sort of writhing as the plane begins its accent. It’s a four hour journey I will hate because I am no small man, and my meager prison cell has been severely cut down due to the size of my cell mate. Then, like an alarm clock during a nightmare, it hits me and I wake up to the truth. She is far more uncomfortable than I have ever been in my entire life. I have no clue how she feels, and I have no right to be disagreeable right now.
This woman beside me, in my opinion, does not want sympathy or understanding or any other triviality she could be offered. In my mind, this very minute, she only wishes she wasn’t bigger than me. And at that moment I pray for her…but more so, I pray for everyone else.
Her legs intrude into my seat like water creeping higher and higher on the shore at high tide. Her arms are pinned to her sides like that of a T-rex, but her body does not allow them to be anywhere near her midsection, they are closer to mine. Her breath is so labored it sounds like she just tried to run a marathon while smoking seven cigars. She is hurting, and if your not doing something today to save her, and others like her, your no better than those profiting from her deadly lifestyle.
We could all chose to place blame directly upon her. I could mount an attack based off the extra pounds that have somehow found safe passage into my territorial bubble. I could sympathize with her, and excuse away the fact that she chose to eat the food that made her this way, that she could have set down her spoon at anytime. Or, I could take door number three, and blame you. I could and will, blame myself for not doing enough to help her and others like her.
We need more blame today. Those who go on about how placing blame helps no one, are always the ones who would have gotten the blame anyway. Somebody must pay the price for this hurting large woman sitting beside me.
We all deserve punishment, its just that some deserve more punishment than others.
There are those today controlling others with addictions called food. Simply really; flood society with intoxicants, sell moderation, give them pills to elevate side effects, and manipulate healthy into a fad. It’s profit mongers whoring misinformation by the barrel full that have primed this weak woman and others like her into this deranged state that she may never recover from. It’s fit people like you and I who keep our mouths shut that keep letting it happen.
A world where indulgence is expected, and injustice is accepted.
Yeah, I get it, your tired of me ranting about this same stuff day in and day out, but every time I sit next to a fat woman on a plane, every time I see a toddler who can’t stand because rolls of skin preclude his ever movement, every time I view a commercial geared at making life long addicts I become more and more hate-filled of this world and everything on it. The self medicated approach to life that hopefully makes death as pain free as possible. Thats it really, life to most, is only about avoiding pain? Our ancestors fought for numbness.
Shepard’s like me and like you are misleading the weak sheep like this woman whenever we do not fight ever single bit of injustice. Whenever we justify an excuse, we kill another human. Whenever we fail to be the example in front of those watching us, we kill another human. I have executed enough people for a million lifetimes. How about you?
Your right. The fat woman sitting beside me in this flying coffin has a responsibility to stop eating the drugs that are killing her. Currently, she is receiving her punishment for it. But thats not the point is it? The point is, as is often the case, blame is circular, and some people are born weak, others strong. The strong will always be burdened, or glorified depending on how you view it, by the weak they must save. Interestingly enough, few of us are strong all the time, if circumstances change the strong may easily become the weak and vice versa.
No the real point of the matter is; people die everyday, fat or not, sick or not, rich or not. What matters is that those with the information to prevent a life of suffering give it at every turn, no matter the cost, no matter the discomfort. The point is, if your no directly trying to eliminate all suffering in every way you know how….then your causing it.
I scribbled down my website on the napkin the stewardess gave me. I gave to the hurting woman saying, “I can help”. I think I was the only smile she saw on the plane. I pray she lets me help her. After, I think of other ways to help. Maybe we could petition, maybe we can riot, maybe we can run for office…maybe we can take the office over.
5×2 @105% 1RM Snatch
*Work up to one heavy rep
Work on something you suck at.
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