Showing posts with label anthropology. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anthropology. Show all posts

Thursday, August 2, 2007

In a City where People Respect Themselves

In a city where people respect themselves, buildings are designed with physically challenged people in mind.

The most popular color for cars is white and the least popular is black.

People dispose each type of wastes in, and only in, special containers.

Everything is civil, and only civil.

Everyone is aware of the importance of recycling.

On the street, priorities are for ambulances, funerals, weddings and walkers, especially ladies and children.

You see no one begging.

People may not like each other's ideologies and ethnicities, yet they are all equal under the law and they respect the law or object it in a lawful way.

Men and women dress in nice, neat, cheerful and decent way.

You don't hear whatsoever profanity and swearwords.

You do not find a cat, or any other animal, that gets terrified when you come close to it.

You rarely hear a sound that is produced intentionally and that irritates you.

You go walking at any hour fearing no person or obstacle on your way.

Security authorities' number one responsibilities are to research health and natural disaster issues and to eliminate negativity between civilians.

There is no such a concept as a servant.

At shops and markets, customers are always right, and customers are able to help themselves by themselves.

Walking, or moving on wheelchairs, on sideways is a safe and straightforward experience.

There is no person above the law.

Diplomats and CD cars are not allowed to enter the city.

Traveling by public transportation is a nice social experience.

You see no political signs.

Everybody is positively focused on their own business.

Everybody cares actively about the city, country and the entire world.

It is highly competitive and lucrative to become a teacher.

You find bookshops that sell books on subjects other than novels, astrology, pseudoscience, standard textbooks, poetry and metaphysics.

You can afford to buy books.

Copyrights are respected.

People smile and great everyone they pass by.

When they hear or see some sign calling for prayer, they all pause and try to remember their life missions.

You rarely see someone over thirty-years old who is not married.

People work proactively on their social skills.

The relationship between the two genders is open and healthy.

Nobody's body is a product or service.

People respect food, and eat healthily.

Refugees are always welcome and "no one is illegal."

There are no lofty buildings, nor does anyone like such buildings.

Everybody can speak a world major language.

Everyone believes in a better city.

Saturday, July 28, 2007

At the Barbershop

I was once at a barbershop getting a haircut. I was sitting on the barber's seat, and the barber is cutting and combing my hair.

I was thinking of something, when I noticed that he -the barber- had stopped. I noticed his pause because what he was doing was rhythmic.

Now, he's standing to my right, doing nothing, but who cares man, I thought to myself then I heard him say something like "flip a coin."

I looked up and smiled at him, but that smile was a fatal mistake, that's because I looked nice to a person of a society to which being nice is still perceived by both genders as a sign of weakness.

I thought: Those barbers here, at this barbershop, are lazy and their life is quite peaceful, hmm... maybe I should become a barber. Then another barber, who was setting on a chair behind us, said to my barber: "Do you think he's thinking of your question! He didn't hear you!" and he looked at me. Now wait a minute, those guys are talking about me?! Oh Dear Lord of Abraham and Moses!

My barber looked at me and informally said: "what did you decide on?"
"Pardon me?!"
"What do you prefer to apply on your hair? Cream or gel?"
I replied: "oh yes sure! Gel err... I mean cream. Pardon me I didn't hear you!"
"I thought you were waiting for some divine revelation to come down upon you", said the barber sarcastically.

I laughed at me and him, then I tried to return back to my thoughts, and I thought to myself: either those guys need to get training in customer care or I need to get training in salesperson care. Heh!

One should be careful not to lose one's chain of thoughts when getting pensive in pseudo-tranquil places.