Dear Cunt, I’m Going To Clear Your Plate

Dear Guest,

Classes. Something basic, yet complicated in its definition is what we deal with on a day to day, moment to moment basis in many an aspect of our existence.

One goes to a bar. He spies a beautiful woman, yet shies away from approaching her either for fear of rejectment or acknowledgement of his own inadequacies.

Or what he thinks are his own inadequacies.

In reality, what’s happening is he perceives himself to be a part of a specific group of people; a people that is unable to mix, mingle or be a part of any aspect of the subject of his adoration, interest or focus.

The fear of rejection is but a by product of the inner workings of his mind. Because he believes himself to be but a cog in the current events of his community, his surroundings and that of the general society, as opposed to an active, contributing part of a vibrant, successful and kind circle of supporters, he therefore lacks the self confidence to simply say hello to a beautiful woman.

Nail an audition.

Introduce himself to the CEO and prove himself to be worthy of that 150k a year salary.

You see, the moment one looks at life like an opportunity to prove, rather than explore and be stimulated by his surroundings, as Harold Guskin speaks of so eloquently about the actor’s audition process, he’s indeed simply a cog, a piece in the puzzle, as opposed to an advisor to the king.

The difference between the two, while very much a reality, began not as an issue of capability, but of inner self worth. The cog decided he must simply turn, move the wheel that moves the other wheel, while the advisor realized he was smarter than the king, and can better make the cog work.

Being in one class or another may be defined by the world at large. Working class Рblue collar and white collar, millionaire, billionaire, immigrant. Personally I very much am aware of the difference between various peoples in society. Mexicans clean the tables in the pizza shop, models from Ukraine sell you jewelry and promote Vodka brands,  blacks steal that same jewelry, blonde bimbos find millionaire husbands and host charity events, get plastic surgery and send their bratty children to prep schools, and Jews control most of the above.

But I’m also aware that what I just mentioned is but a stereotype, a mere perception of the races, a division of the classes partly judged by the vocal minority of its disruptive, beautiful, or dumb individuals, and partially judged BY those individuals.

We’re all people. I may be serving you, I may have made your martini (you wanted it dry, shaken not stirred) but I sure as hell don’t feel like the image that comes to mind regarding servers, bartenders, housemaids or however else society deems it appropriate I view myself.

You may regard me with a certain air of superiority, intelligence or raw disdain.

Just know that I don’t care.

And if I did, I’d pity you.

Sincerely,
Your server

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Art, Women, Wine and Life

We only live once. As a child, learning is what we must do. As we get older, a hunger for knowledge festers, grows, and develops until we must absorb what our mind desires. Beyond the basics of math, phonetics, basic science and other skills to be able to go about our day to day activities there exists a whole realm of topics that beacon the intellect of minds the world over.

Art. Who was Picasso? What’s his signature? His trademark? What drove him? To delve into his psyche, and the psyche of other greats is to understand the generations preceding us, to comprehend their brilliance, their take on events current to their existence. It reveals their shortcomings, their simplicity, their vision and their hopes.

Wines. The study of which I’m not adept at. The differentiation between a more full, more ’round’ wine and a lesser, more simple, but equally tasteful, may evade my taste buds, but admitting and acknowledging there’s much I do not grasp about different vintages is in and of itself a step in the right direction.

Women. I find many women I go out with, intelligent as they may be are lacking a certain class, a sophistication of what I believe a true woman should have. I’m sure many women feel the same about men. Peter Pan Syndrome is widespread. Facebook is a disease. A real man should have a working knowledge of the world, and a thorough understanding of what that knowledge should consist of is, in an of itself a prerequisite to joining the society cloaked in mystery that is the true alpha male.

Knowing how to do things, how to survive Рand in turn to live Рnot necessarily in a post apocalyptic wilderness, but in the urban chaos in which we dwell, is a skill many are lacking. Social etiquette, and more importantly when to abandon it completely is a matter of perception, of class and sophistication. Not to mention utter necessity for anyone wishing to rise above the masses, escape the endless, mindless race of humanity and live.

Simply looking to enjoy oneself is insufficient to satisfy the ever-hungering human mind. Craving a new understanding, becoming a wealth of information, if not for oneself is imperative for one’s own intellectual and artistic integrity and curiosity.