I’m going to spin you a tale about a moment in time that happens recurrently, which causes inner most turmoil and self-doubt. This is not a coming of age tale, but one that directly relates to the neo-liberal context in which we find ourselves. An environment where we are afraid to call it how it is. So it’s happened yet again, you’re cruising along, reveling in the deliciousness that is your mundane reality when, out of nowhere you’re ambushed. Some fool has gone and spat in your sweet daydream, leaving remnants of idiot in your mouth. Their offensive brain fart has brought you back, and now it’s on you. ‘Are you hearing this shit?’ ‘Are you going to take this shit?’ Yeah you heard it. They’ve repeated themselves for your convenience. Will you let it slide? The dilemma, know lets be clear that this is not a moral dilemma because you already know that morally, what they’ve said is fucked up. Yet you hesitate, and here lies the dilemma. You’re riding along with your friends, or eating dinner with the family, or having a tea break with the colleagues, and someone has just gone and put, not only their foot, but also their leg and groin into their mouths. Everyone grows silent, and awkwardness and tension taint the air. Perhaps you are able to brush over these moments and continue pondering whether you’ve already heard this song before, or whether you can squeeze in another helping of beans, or whether several cookies is too many. Or perhaps you’re fucking upset. When these moments occur, as they often do, my stomach lurches and I start sweating out of my ears. An internal battle has begun. It comes down to me guarding the convictions I hold dearly or saving the face of the person with their groin in their mouth. Your reality has been shattered and you’re no longer able to lurk in the comfortable confines of your privileged life. Some thoughtless person has drawn you out. The idiot has unwittingly challenged you, causing an inner dual. You stand there, palms sweating, mind blank, and then it happens. Someone, not you, calls them on their shitty remark. Immediate relief follows, yet it’s not as satisfying as you would have hoped. Sure, the awkward silence has been broken and you now chime in, giving voice to your criticisms, but a thought gnaws at you. You lost the internal struggle. Next time, you tell yourself.
– Greedy Crow