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Feb. 9th, 2006 09:35 amThis morning I was offered a second treat on the subway. I say second because this isn't the first time I dealt with Mister Homeless Preacher, oh no. The first time was yesterday morning when I was too tired to read my copy of Nabakov on the way to work (his toying with styles, by the way, is utter brilliance. But I digress). As I stood around with an mp3 player keeping me zombified properly from having to look at people, M.H.P. came to my life at 59th Street station dressed in a dirty dark blue winter jacket, a snow cap, and a dolly with a post office crate bungied onto it.
Now here's another thing you should learn about the Upper West Side that also annoys me. Apparently, people must be more sympathetic to panhandlers there. I have lived in New York long enough to become damn right callous to all of them and when I have been sympathetic, it usually led to disappointment. If you're used to disappointment, perhaps from a crappy job or from having a spouse that can't get it on, then you can probably handle this better than I can. The Upper West Side trains tend to be loaded with some panhandler or another accompanied with their own theme. One of them attempts to insult your callousness, one talks about their experience in Vietnam, the list goes on. The increase in variety around there may be because of more families/tourists coming through there, who probably are still unjaded from their request for alms. As for me, the only one that ever brought me into appreciation of him was a man that carried a painting mount over his head. He walked around the streets going, "I was framed! I was framed!" Sheer hilarity.
( Anyway, back to the protagonist of this ramble... )
So this entry is to you, M.H.P. man. If you find a way to make religion look more plausible without offering rhetoric, then maybe I'll listen. Until that time, I'll archive you in my list of "Idiots that give Religion a Bad Name," like Osama bin-Laden, Pope Urban II, Tammy Faye, and every goddamn Scientologist in existence.
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delennamachoo has taught me the error of my ways. Tammy Faye will not be in my shitlist anymore, unless she starts using people for her gain again, in which case I place her next to Falwell and Jim Jones.
Now here's another thing you should learn about the Upper West Side that also annoys me. Apparently, people must be more sympathetic to panhandlers there. I have lived in New York long enough to become damn right callous to all of them and when I have been sympathetic, it usually led to disappointment. If you're used to disappointment, perhaps from a crappy job or from having a spouse that can't get it on, then you can probably handle this better than I can. The Upper West Side trains tend to be loaded with some panhandler or another accompanied with their own theme. One of them attempts to insult your callousness, one talks about their experience in Vietnam, the list goes on. The increase in variety around there may be because of more families/tourists coming through there, who probably are still unjaded from their request for alms. As for me, the only one that ever brought me into appreciation of him was a man that carried a painting mount over his head. He walked around the streets going, "I was framed! I was framed!" Sheer hilarity.
( Anyway, back to the protagonist of this ramble... )
So this entry is to you, M.H.P. man. If you find a way to make religion look more plausible without offering rhetoric, then maybe I'll listen. Until that time, I'll archive you in my list of "Idiots that give Religion a Bad Name," like Osama bin-Laden, Pope Urban II, Tammy Faye, and every goddamn Scientologist in existence.
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