you were looking down at them, they were looking down at you. you were starched and pressed, they were all disheveled. they were holding hands, they were ragamuffins and they said "I know we're not fancy, but we're on the same level and we've got plans, big plans, we're gonna change the world!" all you care about is dollars, that doesn't make sense. all you do is hit snooze, watch the news, buy shoes, drink booze, make money, feel spent and... day after day after day, it's the same shit. then you looked at them without batting an eye and said "hey little hippie, let your freak flag fly why don't you go smoke a bowl in your best tie dye? get a tattoo of a dancing bear holding a peace sign?". you can talk the talk but when it comes to real change, aren't you and all your little friends exactly the same? you sit around at potlucks pointing fingers, placing blame, drinking kombucha, and eating tempeh and day after day after day, it's the same shit. if you are judging them while they are judging you and you think that makes them assholes, maybe you're an asshole too, do we argue with each other 'til we both turn blue, or find similarities in what we like and what we do? yeah, just because someone does not look like me, doesn't mean that they are a clone or a sheep, maybe they like their job and they're living their dream, and they love their friends and their family. some people thrive between nine and five, and feel like they're choking if their neck's not tied, and some people feel as if they're gonna die if their seams aren't straight and their shoes aren't tied. some people like business, some people like numbers, some people grow organic heirloom cucumbers and only feel free with their hands in the dirt in a pair of old jeans and their favorite t-shirt. some people feel enslaved when they have a boss, some people without one feel totally lost. to make this world work it takes all different kinds, we all have different tastes, different strengths, different minds so it doesn't make sense to generalize and it doesn't make sense to judge with our eyes. we need more compassion, we need to be kind, if you open your heart you might like what you find. cause there are some nice bus drivers, and there's some mean bus drivers, and there are some nice cops in madison, wisconsin, and there's some nice teachers, and there's some mean teachers (just because you have mean teachers, doesn't mean all teachers suck), and no one is nice all the time, no one is mean all the time, think about what someone's going through that's making them be mean to you, like maybe their pet gerbil died and they are really sad inside, or maybe they got in a fight with someone that they really like or maybe they are really shy and don't know how to socialize, they just want to run and hide, not saying that it's justified but if we learn to empathize the resentments will vaporize, situations metamorphize before our very eyes, then the need to stereotype will become outdated when we realize that everyone is really complicated, we are all so complicated, we are all so complicated. i am also complicated, i am also complicated...