Coping with senality.

It is now when I reflect upon the preceding events of today, and the weekend that I have come to the grandiose realisation that all old people, are dicks. To them, when it comes to the culture and customs of the younger generation, we are devoid of all manners, all integrity, self-respect and appreciation. Well, if what they say is true then I believe that the younger generations should live up to the perceptions of the elderly - that we are: menacing, dysfunctional, apathetic, rude and disrespectful.

Harsh you say? Not really... In my opinion (beware, I'm about to make a generalisation) young people (like me) are sick and tired of their awful social graces. It's the simple stuff that pisses me off... For example, last weekend my girlfriend Laura (25 years old) and myself (19 years old) were unloading the luggage out of my car after a long road trip to Jenolan caves. An old fella was walking out of the hotel just as Laura was approaching the extremely heavy wooden doors with arms so full of gear that she could barely lift them. The old man makes eye contact with her, she smiles at him politely, eagerly awaiting his gesture of gentry. At this point, he proceeds to release the door and ignore her completely; the end result being the door slamming in Laura's face and forcing her to put all of her luggage down and open it herself (unnecessarily). We proceed into the lobby, inevitably full of old people having a weekend away. We're waiting in line to be served behind a gentleman who insisted on taking 20 minutes to fill out a form that was literally only three lines long. ARGH!!!!!!!!!

Which leads us to today. As usual on a Monday, I set about my trek home starting at Central station. I had been seated in the same bench-seat for about 20 minutes. Slowly, the seats beside me began to fill up as more people congregated around the platform. One seat left, and it appeared to create some sort of bitter dog-fight between a rotund woman, and a 60 year old, whom despite her small stature and frail visade, turned out to be quite fit and healthy. I sat there... watching them stride over from opposite sides. The large woman had clearly eyeballed the seat first, as she was further away... She was moving at a casual pace, but she didn't see the need to sprint to a vacated seat. Enter the old woman...

Eyeing off the seat at the last minute, and I kid you not, there was a millisecond in this photo finish... She darted over, sly and agile like a fox and flopped on to the seat just as the woman was positioning herself to sit down. It was fucking rude.

Before I could get up to offer the large woman my seat, she had already uttered a snide comment to the old woman and waddled off into the hustle and bustle of the peak hour crowd. I felt like saying something to the old witch, who proceeded to put her bag on my side of the fucking arm-wrest (despite my arm being there), digging through her plastics for fairy cakes. Yeah, you know the irony, this hag supposedly made up of sugar and spice and all things nice wasn't so sweet. She was bitter, and satisfied that she had gotten her way over a 30 year old fat woman.

Fuck you, old people. If you want to be bitter about your old age, so be it. Just don't whinge and complain when karma bites you deservedly in the arse for all of your geriatrics. There are many elderly men and women who I respect and admire, however it is the minority that influences my generalisation - and it's sad. Not all young ones are monsters, you know. From this day forward I will be presumptuous in all of my encounters with elderly people in public.

Perhaps I have just encountered 'rude people' that aged.... Too bad. The die has cast and old people suck until proven otherwise.


Peace.

Commuter condescension

Okay, so today I'm on my way home from uni in a fairly pleasant mood... My goals for the day were accomplished, the weather was perfect and a heightened sense of human dignity was ripened by the polite conduct of people I was bumping into. No hostility, just happy little commuters making the trek to and fro beneath the tunneled labyrinth of Central station. "Oh shit, I only have a twenty dollar note... Looks like I'll have to stand in the teller line and get a one-way ticket from that happy looking Indian man in the booth." ...And so I stood, waiting for my ticket.

The gent in front of me (and when I say gent, I only say this colloquially), appeared to be a neat and tidy human being who seemed calm about his business. His attire was that of a Real estate agent, his strong cologne resembled that of an over-scented business 'exec' from somewhere near Martin Place. With my copy of 'Mx', I waited patiently for him to approach the polite Indian man in the ticket booth whilst I skimmed through the latest head-lines, eagerly awaiting my ticket transaction. ....And that's when it happened.

My renewed faith in the common good of human beings was stabbed in the heart by the vampirical stake of condescension and arrogance.

Exec: "One single ticket to Hornsby please."

Nice ticket man: "No problem Sir, have a nice day"

Exec: "Ummm, excuse me but you have me two five cent pieces... Give me a ten cent piece."

Nice ticket man: "I'm sorry Sir but I don't have any ten cent coins to give you"

Exec: "But they're right there, I want one of those... Fucking give me a ten cent coin!"

Nice ticket man: "I'm sorry Sir, but I need these coins. These coins are not being dispensed."

Exec: "What's your name you fucking idiot, I'm going to report you to your manager!!"

Nice ticket man: "Uhh.. I-I-I'm sorry Sir but City Rail staff are not allowed to give out their names to the public."

Exec: "Do you really want to lose your 'high and mighty' job as a ticket dispenser mate...? Give me the fucking ten cent coin, or else I'm going to personally see to it that you lose your stupid little job over this you asshole!"

Nice ticket man: "I'm sorry Sir but there is nothing further I can do... I have given you the right amount and have explained to you why I can not give you a ten cent piece"

Exec: "Ok, fine. Enjoy your crappy little job while it lasts fuckwit, I'm reporting you to management"

Nice ticket man: "...F-F-Fucking asshole."


Now, once I had scooped my jaw up off the floor, still in disbelief that a man had squandered and threatened somebodies' livelihood over not receiving a ten cent piece for a perfectly valid reason - I felt physically sick in the stomach. Did that condescending business exec. guy understand the implications of a job loss to some people? The fact that the ticket man could have been a father, or supporting a sick sibling, or just trying to get on his feet with an honest, demanding customer service job for Christs' sake...? And if he is as important as he makes out to be, why the fuck would he, let alone ANYONE in their right mind be in the throes of a quandary over a near-worthless piece of currency? Cool your jets. I honestly don't understand people at times (especially assholes), but after witnessing that charade and blatant disregard for another person's dignity I hereby declare myself officially emancipated from the scum that is the 'human race'.



Peace.