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# 93 / Saturday the 22nd of June 2003 / http://addendumtextfiles.org
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The Object of Suspicion, by Steak
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Being part of a majority sucks. Im sure that being part of a minority
also sucks like hell, but I can assure you that being part of a
majority sucks just as much, if not more.
This particular majority being the typical white young male. We are
not special, we have no obvious religious dogma, we have no particular
faiths or traditions (unless you count fashion or trends in gadgets
etc) but we seem to get picked on.
Its late, Im sitting at my computer with rock music blasting out of
two huge speakers in front of me, Im tired and I can bet that this
isnt making much sense is it? Well youll have to forgive me for
that. Ill try a different approach.
I was down the local supermarket with Spud late the other night, by
late I mean round about the eleven oclock range. We had decided to
take a trip down there to see if we could get something to eat and
perhaps see if we could get Spuds credit card [that he had left on
top of a speaker recently] to work in the atm down there.
So we went into the supermarket where I bought some munchies for the
night and Spud bought some alcohol. Anyway, upon leaving the store we
went to see if the credit card would work. As we were waiting at the
machine for it to process the phucked card we were cracking the odd
joke and having a bit of a laugh.
At that particular point the mall happened to be completely empty, the
hour was to blame, it being so late and all. But out of the corner of
my eye I happened to spot someone else that I had not seen on my first
survey of the grounds.
Hiding away behind side of the toilets like a little boy with a
plastic telescope had been the rent-a-cop mall security guard. Fake
cops, people who actually want to be cops, but arent good enough, so
make do with being pretend cops.
We stood at the atm, waiting for the damn thing to work and all the
while with me watching this little blue and black penis out of the
corner of my eye, moving closer and closer.
Very soon he stoped moving, he was quite close now, less than five
feet. Just standing there, not saying anything, not moving, hardly
even making himself apparent, just standing there, watching the two of
us crack jokes by the automatic teller machine.
Spud hadnt noticed the guy yet, he was still wrestling with the
keypad. I made a few subtle gestures to indicate our peaceful
tranquillity had been intruded upon and spud looked up.
The security guard and us locked eyes, for a few vital seconds you
could cut the tension between us right there, in the mall with a
knife.
The ATM beeped and buzzed signalling the rejection of the credit card
and causing the security guard to jump slightly, we stayed rooted to
the spot, eyes not moving from his for a second.
Spud turned slightly, picking his rejected card back from the slot and
gingerly placing it in his wallet.
Both parties stood there for a few moments still just watching, him
the authorities, us the interested, curious if only a little bothered
elusive second party. We looked around and sort of realised that we
had nothing else to do here, we had done our shopping, checked the
card and now were finished with this place of business.
We moved slowly towards the exit, the security guard was hot on our
heels, making sure we didnt pull out a brick, throw it through the
bakers window and make off with all of yesterdays bread, or something
like that.
We exited and made our way over to the car. The security guard
followed us out onto the pavement, stood by the exit, arms crossed,
watching us get into the car and pull out of our parking space.
As we drove past him Spud rolled his window down and made a remark
about how nice it was to be the object of suspicion. Of course he
didnt rise to the bait, they never do you see, its the arrogance one
has to have to be one of those pricks that shields them from reacting
to remarks like that. They literally believe they are too good,
pathetic isnt it?
I really wish that it was just one isolated incident like this but
its not, this sort of thing happens all the time, and not just with
security guards with over active authoritarian aspects of their
personality, its with kids too.
Just because I happen to be a tall, white, late teenage guy (see I
told you I would eventually get back to that point) I seem to attract
a fair amount of dirty looks from other people of roughly my same
configuration. Were ever I go it seems as if people are looking at me,
sizing me up, just daring me to start them.
Im almost one hundred percent sure that some of this is just my over-
active paranoia and neurosis manifesting itself in my day to day life,
but I reckon that quite a bit of it is actually just the general
fucked-up-ness of this world as a whole.
People actually want to start fights for some reason, not content with
sitting at home and playing halo on the xbox that mommy bought them,
they want to go out into the world and find other like minded idiots
to wrestle with and to prove their eliteness.
Just looking at someone for too long in this day and age can end up
with you having to do something unpleasant to someone you only just
met which can get you into trouble with old blue, or worse still, into
hospital.
However by just looking at society today you can see that people seem
to like this thing. Its obvious, they like doing it or else they
wouldnt do it. They like to show off to people how macho they are and
how well they could kick the next guys ass in a fight.
Its so fucking primitive, its just animal instincts that we still
havent been able to shake, and it so stupid because if we dont shake
these instincts the world is going to continue to be the most shitty
place in the universe to live in. If we dont do something about it,
its never going to get better, its never going to be a utopia and no
Zefram Cochrane is ever going to lead us into an era of peace and good
will on earth.
But what the hell do I know? Im just a tiny little factory clerk
working in a warehouse stuck in an almost disused corner of a planet
that has no real place in the universe at all metaphorically and
mathematically, so nothing I say is going to change the world because
no one will listen to me.
Is this rock and roll?
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