in the interzone now
So I'm naive. Forgive me that. But I have yet to understand why things like religion, nationality, skin colour, modes of dress, preference of music, and other such things make such a huge difference to people.
I'm Canadian. Half-American. Which is something that has given me no end of hell in the Canadian schooling system, because however tolerant and wonderful and polite and nice we espouse ourselves to be, the second the word 'American' is heard, people go rabid. Especially the kids. Even explaining to them that I have only set foot on American soil three times in my life and that I was born in the desolate wastelands of Northern Ontario (I mean, how more Canadian can you get?), it makes no difference. I'm branded as a foreigner, even though I've lived in this country my whole life.
Even in a fight with a close friend, he used it against me, with his habit of using song quotes when he can't find words himself. "American woman, get away from me."
Canada just got the status of the 3rd best place in the world to live (having fallen form last year's 2nd), with Norway and Sweden ahead of it and the States sitting at 6th. Our quality of life, rate of unemployment, life expectancy, and education makes this country the 3rd best to live in, according to an international inquiry, but we still can't even be nice to the people within our borders.
No country's really innocent of mindless hate and other such indiscretions. It makes me sick to hear what people consider to be humour, which is almost always a slur against someone. In Canada, the States and our own province of Quebec are favourites. Well, I do know a few idiots in the States, sure, but they're also my family. My very best friends have all lived in the States. A border doesn't make a person any different!
And because it's even the adults who get these things started, the children really pick it up. And any difference is proclaiming a field day for them. In elementary, I was The Fat Girl. Which is damning for any extent of a social life. Oh yeah, I was also The Smart Girl. Can't tell which is worse of a stigma. I went on the become The Freak because I wore an excess of black, and I eventually got sick of it and actually tried to become what they saw me as. Now I can at least tell myself when people are making comments that it's because I chose it to be so. Which is probably pure illusion, I know.
So what's our thing? Why are we so caught up on differences? A human being is a human being. We all have something in common. I promise you that. And I think we all need to swallow our pride a bit and figure out that we've all made mistakes. I know I've been terrible about what I call "preps", who are the populars in school, but now that I'm out of high school and have a year seperating me, I'm calming down about it and seeing them more objectively.
I'm just really tired right now. I don't think I'll ever understand this world.
written in blood before everything went black
[This message has been edited by Anvrill (07-25-2002 05:58 PM).]