I read myself alot, I've noticed. One instance is how I see people. Other people besides myself, I mean. Imagine this; You're at the park just enjoying a lazy day with a friend. You're surrounded with other people who came to kickback, relax, and rewind from the stress of the week. It's the kinda atmosphere that can only be appreciated with breezy layers and comfortable open shoes with the scent of spring in your hair and a smile on your face. When you overhear somebody point out a hippo to their friend, peacefully sitting on a bench gently rubbing a flower petal on their face while looking over in the distance presumably recalling a happy memory that can only make you wonder what could they be day dreaming about. Saying " Look at that hippo, they're really ugly" No doubt, was going to upset the hippo referred to if they had been in a hearing distance.
I can't help but be annoyed by that. The reason for that was, before the hippo's looks was pointed out, they were only a person with a smile on their face to me. But after their appearance was pointed out, their outer layer melted off forcing me to look beyond that. Underneath that layer was a big crystal-like structure. It was approximately as long as the length of the hippo and almost the same width of the body. I saw that was what mattered; what made them a being and not what made them a hippo.
I quickly looked away and scanned the scene in the park, peeling the layers of everybody, in my mind's eye, till you can only see that crystal inside everybody cut to be several sized smaller than their frame. . With that image in memory I see us all the same, if stripped of all the shallow layers. To find the real you, one must dig through those layers whether naturally ( ex. gender, ethnicity, beauty) or artificially ( ex. clothing, makeup, ) placed. The way I see it, we all got what that hippo got inside but that person who commented on the hippo's appearance only saw the the most shallow of layers because that all they had to work with. That's what I'm saying here; strangers you see in parks are not going to open up their soul to you and show you their bare self that easily, and with that in mind I would throw a smile their way and whatever their outer appearance may be, I would let them be. . . And I do just that, At least I would like to think I do.
So ladies and gents, I'd like to end with, next time you see somebody you preceive as a hippo (and I'm mean definantly not talking about looks here, I mean anything that doesn't strike your fancy) Embrace the hippo, or rather kiss the hippo. Accept the hippo and give them them the benefit of the doubt and let them be..
