April 30, 2003
Freaks
I feel that I should explain the "glowing-green" comment. I don't want anyone to get the idea that I have been irradiated or possessed. I have very green eyes. In fact, I have been told that they are some of my best features. I don't know what that means exactly. But yesterday, as I was dealing with a mild case of survivor's guilt, my eyes became bloodshot and puffy, and not so "best." That's just bad English, I know.
So, last night I went to the gym to relax and swim. In the hot tub, there was an obnoxious man who was chastising a woman for her religious beliefs. She said that she did believe in God, but not in the cartoon character God that everyone else imagines. He was a visually perturbed by this comment and went on to preach about how she just needs to find a good man and a good church and then she'll find the real God. Needless to say, I was more than perturbed. The woman proclaimed that she was a lesbian and that no man on earth would ever "save" her, and no God in any church on earth would ever "save" her, either. There was another lady in the hot tub who got up and left commenting that he should just mind his own business. And a third person suggested that some people might be more old-fashioned, believing that politics, sex, and religion do not make for good conversation in public. I whole-heartedly agree with the old-fashioned notion, by the way. I don't need to be bludgeoned with someone else's moral beliefs, especially when the person themselves cannot articulate their beliefs adequately enough to explain to me why their God is better than mine. "He just is, and you should know better." Fuck off, little man. But then again, this was the YMCA, the C of which stands for Christian, but I still fail to see how I should be subjected to this bullshit when all I really want to do is get rid of the day in the soothing heat of the hot tub.
And then again, this was the YMCA of San Francisco, which apparently makes it OK for people to cruise you wantonly without any regard to whether you want to be cruised or not. Is it possible to go anywhere in this city and not be viewed as a possible sex partner? I know that sounds totally whack, but really, this guy was at least 70 (I'm not kidding) with a male-order bride who was in his 20s, and you know, that's just not my cup of tea. The two of them in the locker room were picking at each other like...well like I should just mind my own business and not deal with it.
On a final note for this sunny Wednesday, I have come to the conclusion that being vapid is no crime. Besides, one person's vapid is another person's charming. I think. Maybe. As I was trying to ignore the preacher man in the hot tub last night, all I could think about was a new swim cap that one of the regulars had on. "Oh, Bonnie has a new cap. Look at the blues and purples in their nice marbled pattern. It's nice." And then, "Oh, they fixed the air vent, and now it doesn't look like it will fall into the pool." I'm not an intellect, as this site clearly exemplifies. I'm good a several things, I'm not well-versed on a lot of other things, and you know, that's OK with me.
