Words are symbolic, you know? They have this sic quality called Arbitrariness. Spelled: A-R-B-I-T-R-A-R-I-N-E-S-S. It, like, basically means that words--like-- don't have to be related to what they mean. The relationship is arbitrary (look it up on Websters Dicktionary if you're seriously still confused).Think of the word stomach. What kind of visual can you get from that weird ass word? Like you can't really, it doesn't even really spell out like how it sounds. English is weird, like look at another word--a type of tree--Dogwood. Ok? Like I get that trees have wood so the part of wood in the name makes sense, but why dogs? Because they pee on trees? Well it's not like they only pee on Dogwoods. Nah, dogs be like, "Imma mark my territory on all these stumps cuz I ain't no chump," dogs will/do pee on Cherrys, White Pines, Red Oaks, Elms, Sugar Maples, Amur Corktrees, Japanese Zelkova, and even those lil bitch-ass trees that really just need to be classified as bushes. Dogs don't care. The tree probs has some deep, mystical linguistic history as to why it's called Dogwood, but, like, since no one knows or really cares about this history, the relationship between the tree and its name is halfway totally fucked. Word.
So I like hope you get it by now. Words don't gotta be anything like what they mean. They're aren't like people, man. People, you know cuz hopefully you're a person and not a dog on the internet who's completely snapping in praise for my eloquent moment of clarity on the topic of nondiscriminatory peeing viewed as a cultural ritual and biological necessity in the Dog community, are judged by what they appear to be in society. Like I can have a sick tan, be under 5 feet, have the visible anatomy of a female, and be judged exactly as so. Like, what I mean is that people will view me as weak, like I need to be protected or that since I'm without protection, I can be taken advantage of easily. Don't take that to mean the complete extreme that you might be thinking. People can be taken advantage of in many subtle, discreet, and culturally accepted ways. Often, I feel that my voice is silenced, from my physical description, people will assume that I'm weak or shy, vapid and/or unintelligent--like a vegetable, apparently I can't take care of myself. Admittedly though, many days it's unreal how gullible or unobservant and hard of hearing I can be, but that's just me and doesn't mean all people with a comparable social identity need, or are, this way. These qualities and the frequency with which they manifest, add to the presumptuous attitude, based on certain factors of my social identity, that people have.
But, to be real tho, I gotta confess to you, my fams, that I have in the past, like used the "faults" of my social identity to my advantage. Like, if I need something pulled off a tall shelf am I gonna get the chair, climb on that shit, risk injury or embarrassment, and still struggle to reach what I want? Or, am I gonna get the tall kid and ask him or her, if they haven't taken the initiative to help my "weak" and "disadvantaged" person, to kindly reach what I need in a timely and effortless manner. Come on! If you were me and tired of the sympathetic bullshit people are spittin at you then you'd really get the hang of manipulating their bullshit to your advantage. It's a dog eat dog world (another shout out to dogs) so you gotta sharpen your teeth or let others sink theirs into you. Word.
Once again, I hope you got it by now. Everyone's got an identity that society views and makes judgements about. These judgements are hella annoying, persistent, and something we all gotta deal with, some of us on a more daily basis then others. Like, even dogs have a social identity that people make judgements on! Dafuq is that! We even judge animals--living creatures that don't talk, mind their own business, and can't actively take part in human society! Like in The Lady and the Tramp, yeah once again a sic movie about dogs, the dogs are judged on their social fucking identities. Like the pure-breed cocker spaniel, The Lady, and The Tramp, that mixed breed Mutt, can't really be together cuz of the judgements society imposes on their different backgrounds and identities. But you and I both know that when tramp and lady mistakenly go for the same string of spaghetti and they their snouts almost touch that none of that society bullshit matters! They love each other and that's that. Like holy shit, who knew a Disney movie about dogs was such a powerful tool and way of teaching kids about the ludicrous necessity of society to pigeonhole certain people into certain social categories that they are unable and forbidden to disprove and move past?
Like I said, dogs are the shit, words are arbitrary, and social identity is a curse we all gotta live with in order to make "sense" of the world. Word.
If you're bored af, or were deeply enlightened and moved by this shite piece of writing, idk what to call it, comment about your social identity that manifests physically and the assumptions that society makes about it. If that's too personal, and you wanna talk about dogs, that's chill too, I'd love to hear that shit. if you're a cat person, and this did not resonate with you at all, GTFO. Literally.
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