Chapter 8

As I sat in a window seat of a street side coffee shop, coffee on table, newspaper in hand, pretending to read, and watching, watching, watching all before, around and away from me, I noticed a couple fawning over their crying baby. Now granted the baby was crying, and this may have had a major impact on my mood, by this baby just seemed unusually ugly. I know that's a cruel thing to say, but the world is cruel, and the world is true. And the truth here was that this was no cute baby. I know there's a general feeling that no baby is ugly, all babies are cute blah blah blah. But just like adults, not all babies are cute, some are adorable, little pictures of joy, and some are miserable little so and so's who look like a combination of their unattractive parents. That may be cute to some, but to me that's just ugly. And that's the truth. I know what you're thinking - shame it's not their fault - but as true as that may be, it's also true of an ugly grown up, it's all genetics. Unless of course the lack of looks is because of that person not looking after themselves, letting themselves go, not having any pride in their appearance, and generally not caring - then it's the persons fault. But all things being even it's neither the babies, or the older man or woman's fault. I know this almost seems despicable that I'm sitting, watching everyones lives as they pass by me, and I'm commenting about a baby being ugly, hey I'm sure the kid is a lovely person, although right now he or she is screaming and crying his tiny lungs out, but my point will follow. You see girls are always going on about how adorable the little cherub is, no matter what they actually look like, be it the kid of two beautiful statues, or the daughter of big foot and the elephant man. They also think that old, senile and grouchy people are adorable. My friends grandfather is a short, bald, fat man, with a ridiculous moustache and who very well maybe the most racist person I have ever met. He's never happy, always complaining, and has a permanent grimace, with his eyes forming mean slits, which he views the world he hates through. Somewhat ironic considering his hatred of all Chinese, Japanese, and Asian people. Not to mention black, South American, Central American, Arab, Indian, Jews, Muslims, and basically anyone who isn't 100% white and Christian. Yet with his odd demeanour and frequent tyrannical rambles, all the girls think he is so cute! So it's the very young and the very old that get away with being unpleasant in both appearance and disposition. What about those in between? On my way here I pass a homeless man, with the most pungent smell I have ever blocked my nose to. The smell helped to highlight is scruffy, torn cloths that are at least two sizes too small, his balding on top, but long flowing on the sides and at the back, white hair, patchy beard, teeth that are either missing or yellow, and the foulest mouth this side of South Park. All of which go very well with his box house, and box toilet. More then begging, he spends his days drinking, if he can afford something, and harassing any passing women. Yet not a single one of these women has ever described him as adorable. They tend to shoo him with their meanest face, and deadliest heels. They run, screaming for help, and head straight for the bathroom to clean off the "homeless person germs" that have infected them, before they take over and render them homeless too. Where's the line? How fair is that? He really does smell though. Really bad. Shame, I guess the kid is cute, from a certain angle.