First impressions do count. They are, in fact, seminal. If you are the sort of person that is able to look others in the eyes then whether or not they return your question becomes immaterial. Fear often prevents eye-contact. Respect, too. However, I would suggest that meeting another’s gaze – even for a few moments – will do you and them, wonders. In a case of respect, looking down after saying hello will demonstrate humility. And yes, humility is very important in a world like this. That does not ever mean you need to feel ‘lesser’ or be subservient to any other being, or put their opinions or needs above yours. Yours – are as important as the man’s standing next to you.
Impressions are what is left behind, as such. You can recall a strong impression in minute detail if you concentrate. First impressions are like red wine-stains – they take some washing out. Some may even remain forever. Like scars. Or blood. Blood – when you have seen enough of it – always makes an impression. A deep one. A voice makes an impression. The way a smell makes an impression. One that can last a lifetime, in fact. And some lives are very, very long.
When Alice first hit Wonderland she noticed the pea that had been sleeping under her mattress for the past months. The pea apologised profusely for the bruises she had caused Alice and they went to make an impression. They thought the best place for that would be at the palace of the Queen(s) of Heart. They were right. Fortunately, the pea made it into one of the Queen’s delicious soups and Alice was invited to partake of the fare. She saved the pea and sent the Old Queen into orbit. That is the way Alice works.
Why do people who can barely provide for themselves, breed? Why are millions of children caught up in their parent’s poverty? When you bring a child into a shit life – and you know very well whether your life is shit or not – what are you thinking? I don’t think you are thinking. You can’t be. In some countries children are bred to sell, or to work. That makes no sense. The parents must work. For themselves, first. If you cannot put food on the table for yourself, let alone a family, then you have to sit parenthood out. You do not breed children to provide for you – know that for free. It is time people grew more responsible and looked at what they are doing to themselves, as a whole. What are you showing a child when you bear and raise it in poverty, squalour? You are teaching it disease and suffering. Death. Why would anyone choose to do that? As a parent, do not tell me that there is surplus energy to love and nurture your children when you are struggling to stay alive.
Breeding violence is not productive. What is the point of generation after generation learning that hurting other people is how you send a message or get what you want? That is not the way. Violence is second nature to some people. It is their first reaction to any confrontation. In fact, violent people will seek confrontation so that they can inflict damage. Theirs’ is a bizarre mindset. It wants controlling. Realise that violence changes a person. It hardens your heart. If you commit acts of violence, you are not in control. You need to be in control of your wild inside. The anger that drives violence is a voice – amidst many – that still needs to be heard, but there are other ways for that pain to say what needs saying. The fact that so much senseless violence is played out through alcohol intoxication should alert mankind to what it becomes under the influence. Often, where there is truth there is conflict.
In the same way that you get breeds of animals, you get breeds of people. Of men. Women. Animals accept their classification without taking it personally. Humans don’t. They fight themselves, each other, over what and who they are. They are precious about their identity. This is a consistency, everywhere. It causes wars. You are bred into tradition – the system – or you are bred to question the system. Some people are bred into wealth. What they do with that privilege is always measured. You are bred into security, or you are not. If you are not, your questions are for your parents. Hard workers are a breed of people. As are the compassionate. Arseholes, too, are a breed. Take each at face value.