Post by Zuri on Nov 18, 2009 0:14:34 GMT -8
To live here is to be surrounded by idiots and their games,
by Zuri Petteri-Adaire
I've been in this city quite a while. I've seen some things. I've had some rather pleasant, and some rather unpleasant experiences while I've resided here and I've got to say that I'm growing weary of all of these things. Now, my points will most likely be tired and you will most likely not want to read them. I write them simply from the need to ventilate some frustration before someone gets a vial smashed in their pretty little face.
First off, I'd like to take a moment to speak about NightWatch. I have a certain feeling that this will cause someone to jump down my throat touting their protective ability and how they've returned order to the streets. I must call bullshit. The NightWatch have violated their own codes of conduct before and will do so again if it suits their means. Also, what policing force do they actually hold? Do they hunt down the attacker of someone wrongfully assaulted with garlic? Do they return coins stolen from one who moves too slow? No. This city is one of lawlessness and of equality.
By imposing themselves into the mindset of the city, once again, as the protectors. They've established a ganglike rule over the graveyard. I for one, didn't miss them and wouldn't miss them if they didn't exist again. No one asked for these streets to be policed, and even if they did. NightWatch isn't doing a very good job of it. Lets transition to the topic of the graveyard.
Now, as we all know the graveyard is a special place in the city honoring those of us who, for some unforeseeable reason are unable to awake ever again. The ones of our city who do not go dead and buried, but instead are swallowed whole by the shadows. They reside here. Custom is that it is disrespectful to rob or attack anyone within the eight street corner radius surrounding the graveyard, and it has hence become an area in which cowards hide. I do not see robbing or attacking in a graveyard as disrespectful. I just don't.
I've seen much more horrendous and heinous crimes committed on our streets, why should the graveyard be treated any differently? It's simply a graveyard. Treading on the graves of others does not show disrespect. It shows a healthy respect for those of us who are still alive (sort of), and walking this fine Earth. Now, I don't want anyone to think I speak ill of the dead. I just don't understand why we must give such special circumstance to one specific area. Why custom has limited us in a way in which humans do not even limit themselves. Yes, my friends. Our food doesn't even do this to themselves, so why must we?
Instead of a transition, how about a quick segue? I wonder if humans exist in tejas' reality shifted world. What if she is sustained by packs of rabid dolphins? Wouldn't that be something?
Anywho. I could rant and rave and cite my posting in Off Topic about social climbers and futile efforts and inflicting pain. I won't though. (For those of you seeking information on my stance on this topic, see Off Topic). I would like, instead, to take a quick look into one final aspect of our fair city that has always confounded me to a point where I just can't think about it without my brain hurting.
Why do we cling so desperately to aspects of our humanity? Why are we so quick to act on emotion instead of logic? As we are designed, we are to be cold killing machines. We are devoid of human life and therefore should be devoid of human aspects pertaining to the human condition. Now, I've read all the literature and I've studied all the books that say "Without humanity we would not exist as we are." Blah blah blah. What I don't understand, and what I'm hoping someone will kindly shed light upon is why our emotions still have such powerful sway over us.
I've lived a long long LONG life and I still feel very intense emotions. For some reason I'm always compelled to act upon them even though I do not nor will I ever consider myself anything remotely human. I have often laid in bed at night and wondered how many of the wars in this city were fought over a word thrown, how much blood has run through our streets due to an insult or a catty remark. It's something to think about, for sure.
Well, until next time. This is Zuri,
Your eloquent guide to musings long past.
by Zuri Petteri-Adaire
I've been in this city quite a while. I've seen some things. I've had some rather pleasant, and some rather unpleasant experiences while I've resided here and I've got to say that I'm growing weary of all of these things. Now, my points will most likely be tired and you will most likely not want to read them. I write them simply from the need to ventilate some frustration before someone gets a vial smashed in their pretty little face.
First off, I'd like to take a moment to speak about NightWatch. I have a certain feeling that this will cause someone to jump down my throat touting their protective ability and how they've returned order to the streets. I must call bullshit. The NightWatch have violated their own codes of conduct before and will do so again if it suits their means. Also, what policing force do they actually hold? Do they hunt down the attacker of someone wrongfully assaulted with garlic? Do they return coins stolen from one who moves too slow? No. This city is one of lawlessness and of equality.
By imposing themselves into the mindset of the city, once again, as the protectors. They've established a ganglike rule over the graveyard. I for one, didn't miss them and wouldn't miss them if they didn't exist again. No one asked for these streets to be policed, and even if they did. NightWatch isn't doing a very good job of it. Lets transition to the topic of the graveyard.
Now, as we all know the graveyard is a special place in the city honoring those of us who, for some unforeseeable reason are unable to awake ever again. The ones of our city who do not go dead and buried, but instead are swallowed whole by the shadows. They reside here. Custom is that it is disrespectful to rob or attack anyone within the eight street corner radius surrounding the graveyard, and it has hence become an area in which cowards hide. I do not see robbing or attacking in a graveyard as disrespectful. I just don't.
I've seen much more horrendous and heinous crimes committed on our streets, why should the graveyard be treated any differently? It's simply a graveyard. Treading on the graves of others does not show disrespect. It shows a healthy respect for those of us who are still alive (sort of), and walking this fine Earth. Now, I don't want anyone to think I speak ill of the dead. I just don't understand why we must give such special circumstance to one specific area. Why custom has limited us in a way in which humans do not even limit themselves. Yes, my friends. Our food doesn't even do this to themselves, so why must we?
Instead of a transition, how about a quick segue? I wonder if humans exist in tejas' reality shifted world. What if she is sustained by packs of rabid dolphins? Wouldn't that be something?
Anywho. I could rant and rave and cite my posting in Off Topic about social climbers and futile efforts and inflicting pain. I won't though. (For those of you seeking information on my stance on this topic, see Off Topic). I would like, instead, to take a quick look into one final aspect of our fair city that has always confounded me to a point where I just can't think about it without my brain hurting.
Why do we cling so desperately to aspects of our humanity? Why are we so quick to act on emotion instead of logic? As we are designed, we are to be cold killing machines. We are devoid of human life and therefore should be devoid of human aspects pertaining to the human condition. Now, I've read all the literature and I've studied all the books that say "Without humanity we would not exist as we are." Blah blah blah. What I don't understand, and what I'm hoping someone will kindly shed light upon is why our emotions still have such powerful sway over us.
I've lived a long long LONG life and I still feel very intense emotions. For some reason I'm always compelled to act upon them even though I do not nor will I ever consider myself anything remotely human. I have often laid in bed at night and wondered how many of the wars in this city were fought over a word thrown, how much blood has run through our streets due to an insult or a catty remark. It's something to think about, for sure.
Well, until next time. This is Zuri,
Your eloquent guide to musings long past.