I seem to have the luck of having crazy people randomly talk to me places. Whether it’s my arch-nemesis running after me to talk in the morning, crazy men discussing the price of corn on the cob in grocery stores or people telling me about how they aren’t really in love with the person they’re marrying next week, but it’s good for their kids to have a father (Seriously). This morning though I was happily riding the train to work (OK, happily is an exaggeration, but you get where I’m going) and this mid-50′s guy sat down next to me and said “You know what I don’t get? How people can just get away with buying leather and fur and not have to pay for their crimes”.
First of all, it’s weird to just randomly start talking to people anywhere, especially when they’re on their way to work and it’s Monday before 7am. Secondly, I was carrying a leather handbag- does this mean he was threatening me? Thirdly, have your views on anything you want- I encourage you to- but keep your opinions to yourself unless asked for them in a conversation. Like a real conversation. Not one with a stranger on a train.
Anyways, I pulled out my Blackberry and politely said “Sorry, I have to take this” and began an imaginary conversation. I have an average of 3 imaginary conversations a week to avoid people. I’ve recently bought headphones and just carry them with me at all times, so that even when I don’t feel like listening to music, I can still be semi-protected from crazy people talking to me. Funnily enough, some people don’t get the hint and poke you until you take out an earpiece to talk to them. I like people touching me far less than people talking to me, so it’s not always fail-proof.
What I don’t understand is how it is my fault for buying/wearing leather or fur. Now to be fair, I don’t own anything made of fur. I don’t think a 25 year old in a pretty mild climate can pull off a fur coat of any kind and I’m saving the fur for a later time in my life (More on this later) but leather… I don’t know, I guess I’m pulling a typical westerner stance when I say that I’m not the one killing the animals, someone has already killed them and made the bag/shoes/pants/jacket- so it would be an animal gone to waste otherwise, no? Don’t get me wrong, I’m a huge animal lover and I truly wouldn’t want harm to come to any living thing- but I eat meat and think that using the most of the animal possible (like the cow’s hide to make leather) is OK.
There is only one animal I truly dislike, snakes. If there were suddenly zero snakes in the world, I’d be OK with that. In fact, I might even throw a party- I am absolutely 100% petrified of snakes. It’s their lack of arms and legs that truly freak me out, and the fact that I could be dead from a single little bite or strangulation.
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