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Constant disappointments.
i don’t get angry often. probably because i skip right to the disappointment stage.
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Poor Luke
J. Salvador brings to light the tragic life that is Luke Skywalker’s in his new set of paintings. Looking at all of them, it brings into perspective just how much more in control Luke was over his feelings than Anakin. He had more tragic moments and he still didn’t succumb to the Dark Side. I guess what I’m trying to say is that Anakin was a little bitch.
u_u
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When you reblog a post, and one of your followers reblogs the same post but from somebody else.
“So mine wasn’t cool enough?”
xD gif so sad
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Society can be a little fucked up
Thought
What does society value anymore? Working at Seafood city really gave me some insight on what people value and how society can really put a bad taste in my mouth. Let me tell you a story. I work at Jollibee, which is a Filipino based and owned fast-food company that has 20 or thirty chains around the united states. The one I work at is in concord, California. The restaurant is located inside of tue Seafood City supermarket complex. As you can imagine, a supermarket has a consistent flow of customers passing through the automatic doors from 8am to 9pm. One day, two of these customers caught my eye. It was a homeless single mother and her daughter. She sat in front of those automatic doors pretty consistently; a couple times a week. She sat there, back against the concrete planter that decorated the front of the market. On her side is her daughter. She couldn’t have been older than 6 years old. Her yellow shirt spotted with dirt stains was the only article of clothing covering her shoulders on a chilly evening. In her mother’s arms was a wet and tattered cardboard sign saying “homeless single mother, need food, God Bless”. The homeless mother begged for enough money to buy a kids meal from me one day. They shared the meal. One small cheeseburger, one small french fries, and one small soda. I wanted to give them more, but I wasn’t sure if I could since my supervisor was present. I snuck them an extra order of fries and hand them their tray with a smile. Although the mother looked extremely stressed, with dark circles under her eyes, she still found the strength to smile and play with her daughter. Shortly after the police came. Apparently a customer complained to the manager of the store saying that a homeless person was soliciting money outside of the supermarket. They called the police on her. They probably thought that her begging was a bad image for the supermarket and would lead to an eventual decrease in customers and increase of people like her, the financially less benefitted. So as the cops sit next to her and her daughter, I hear muttering of private property violations and other legality nonsense. These words over complicating the simple situation of a mother trying to fend for her and her child. Now if you think this story is sad, be prepared to be enraged. There is another woman who wanders the isles and back corners of the supermarket. Her name is Natasha and she solicits money in a different way. Natasha is known for providing sexual services for the older men working at the supermarket. Many of these men are over sea immigrants from the Philippines who left their families for better work opportunities. With this being said, it’s no surprise that this overweight, pale, herpes ridden, raspy voice, and volatile woman can be seen and used as a sexual release for these lonely men. There are cases where she had lured men into the employee bathroom for $5 blowjobs or $20 intercourse. It’s no wonder why she was infuriated when my manager put up an “employee only” sign on the door. Of course she proceeded to tear it off. The sad part is that she is still there and no one has said one word about it. No one has called the cops or informed any authority about her. This leaves me shaking my head at people. They call the cops on a homeless mother and child, yet proceed this prostitute to walk the supermarket freely. How does situations like these go unheard or unspoken? Why do humans tend to attack the vulnerable, but ignore the shameful?
Damn
Heartwarming Tearjerker of the Day: The latest StoryCorps animated short, “No More Questions,” features Kay Wang, “a feisty grandmother,” sitting down for a somewhat involuntary Q&A with her son and granddaughter. “Though reluctant to be there, Kay still had stories to tell — from disobeying her mother and fending off her many boyfriends while growing up in China to adventures as a store detective for Bloomingdale’s.”
[storycorps / thanks krisi!]
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The Loneliest Whale in the World.
In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:
She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.
Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.
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