I believe I am a people watcher.
You know the type, the person that sits on a Wal-Mart bench watching the
various types of people strolling through the store. I love to watch what
people do in public, what they wear, what they buy. (This may classify me as a
stalker however, that is another story) For instance, the young mother whose
hair is a mess, kids screaming, and her biggest worry is getting the candy bars
her children want onto the counter and paid for. I believe I am also one that others would group
me with someone who judges others, a judger if you will. This is not my most
favorite quality about myself, but realistically it is. It is a quality, if you can call it that,
which I carry. I notice the woman carrying the Michael Kors purse, nails
freshly manicured, stacking her groceries into her Escalade. I am also waiting
for that same young mother, whose hair is a wreck, to pay for her groceries
with tax dollars. In reality, the woman
in the Escalade is stealing money from the non-profit organization she works
for and the young mother has two jobs, husband has three, and they are not on
assistance. I believe I can recognize this
because I have been there. I have been
part of a family that looks elegant, classy, and wealthy as we were scrounging
to pay our bills each month.
Though the thought of judging is
frowned upon morally, it is pushed upon us every single day by the media. We are asked to judge each person doing
something wrong in the news, make judgment on those who are protesting, and we
are asked to publish our opinions via votes on issues about race, gender, and
equality. The Grammys are on tonight and
every other commercial is “Check in with us tomorrow for best and worsted
dressed at the Grammys”, “go online and vote your best and worsted dressed and see
it aired tomorrow”. My favorite of all is the Nutrisystem commercials, they
reel you in by showing you before and after pictures, expecting you to judge if
someone has gotten skinny enough in an appropriate amount of time that suits
you.
Now how in the world is all this
talk about judging related to traveling. For me, I have never really
traveled. I have been on a few family
vacations where my main priority was focused on the time with my family,
usually around some sort of water, and pondering when I was getting my next
drink. In every one of those instances, I
was a tourist, or was I a traveler? I was in a certain place at a certain time
to enjoy the weather and the town I was visiting. I was not looking to get to know
the locals, understands the culture, or taste local delicacies. Those are the judgments I have made on what a
traveler is. There are others who have a
differing definition of a traveler than I do, a traveler is what you decide. Each of the readings have given us small glimpses
into the idea of a traveler, however how can I make judgment if I am still
trying to decide which category I fit into.
I'm glad you clarified that you're not a stalker...
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ReplyDeleteCan someone explain me the last paragraph clearly..
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