The #GreatCanadian social experiment

To be or not to be Canadian;

To become or be an unbecoming Canadian ?

To me, to be Canadian is to encompass all of the stereotypes you can think of. Unapologetically polite. Yet, we’ll say sorry gratuitously. A caring and sharing peoples. Full of hope and joy. Both accepting and welcoming. Astutely polite and witty. We like are coffee with two sugars and two creams. We watch Jeopardy for the double-double entendres. Hockey Night in Canada on Saturday nights over Sunday [American] football. We are accepting of any and all. Get along with everybody — any and all. Welcoming, friendly, love bacon… fresh bagels, poutine — poutine with bacon drizzled in maple syrup not ketchup!!!

We love trying new foodstuffs especially spicy dishes… polar bear swimming, hikes in Algonquin Park, cross-country skiing, tobogganing, playing horse shoes, et m. We work hard and play harder.

Always offings a helping had and quick to joke to break the ice. Can’t go a weekend without a two-four with friends. Unyieldingly apologetic working towards a better tomorrow.

Do whatever you have to do to make the world a better place. Baby steps towards constructing a future worthy of perseverance… I started a tree farm… it’s not much but it’s a step in the correct direction?

However, everyday I encounter peoples full of insolence and ill-will. It’s not the bullies fault that “they” are full of ignorance of what it means to be human. Oh, to be humane and humble. If only we could all afford that luxury. But being kind costs nothing but to dissolve your ego. Keeping your ego in check is key to remaining humble?

The bully in me died years ago. That is to say my persona isn’t governed by the need to be loud or provocative. Silence is golden afterall? There is nothing more beautiful than silence and there seems to be quite a few ugly people out there.

To be human is to be humane. Sure there are those that thrive on appealing to the darker side of human nature but that’s not me. Although, I have been known to have a dark sense of humour and howl at dank jokes. I’ve even considered doing stand-up comedy. This was after my stint on the local poetry scene which got all to political. I like poetry that sounds good yet says nothing. I have a stand-up routine written but I’m not sure any audience would like it?

My sense of humour shifts depending on what I feel like laughing at on that day. Some days I’m laughing my ass off to Daniel Tosh others I’m disgusted by it. Today, I find it off putting because I realize he’s just of privileged loudmouthed arse. Kinda reminds me of the dude at Sobey’s 02062021~1136 loitering beside the eggs in the daily section insulting peoples as they pass by. People just rolling their eyes and continuing on their merry way. Dude must’ve thought he was balling on stage getting laughs from the audience. Really just being foolish lingering at a grocery store in the middle of a pandemic. I can think of better things to be doing on a Saturday morning. Just the sheer arrogance of thinking people want to hear your unsolicited commentary. Not what you’d expect from a cosmopolite society.

“The bully” was educated outta me. I’ve matured and’ve learned how to be respectable. Which mainly means STFU and minding my own business. I have better things to do than say “I’m rubber you’re glue”. Very much reminds me at recess time in elementary school. Children slinging verbal mud at each other trying to see what sticks. “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words”… are just idle chatter. I have better things to do than make a fuss. I go to the grocery store to by food. Food is very essential to civil society. Having an over abundance makes life on Earth less precarious. I’m immeasurably thankful for there being a constant supply of foodstuffs. Although I have been taking hikes geo-caching cans of beans at various green spaces around town. I bury three cans about one foot down. This, call it a hobby I started six years ago. The cans only have a shelf life of two year though… I got the idea after watching The Book of Eli. I’d really like to believe in a future more like Star Trek but fear it’ll be more like Warhammer. I used to volunteer with the local Humanist Movement organization but then got distracted with work. Being a temp is vicarious. Often sporadic hours or for a limited time only. I lost count of all of the sinking ships I’ve temped at. Maybe the ships were sinking due to relying on temps? Kinda reminds me why I don’t fully understand ‘business’. Thinkers versus the do-ers. The educated at the helm. The millwright saying that’s not possible. It can only be created good, fast, cheap but you can only pick two! I choose the ball ? When people are over fed it leads to boredom. Being spoiled leads to stupidly for shits and giggles. So I found a hobby to both promotes wellness and gains me strength. I LARP….

The poetry scene was interesting to say the least. One “poet” would claim to be a starving artist yet had a fridge full of bourgeoisie delicacies. I brought a cheap bottle of wine to an afterhours event and was the target of connoisseurs jokes. The scene kinda had an air of MLM events. Everybody peddling their work. This is where I’m a failure. I’m not good at sales. I’m not selling anything. Although I do try to advocate taking the high road. I’m not certain the road to the future is paved by the Humanist Movement though. Quite a lot of pandering to the audience. It turned into a rumor mill no different than high-school. Teaching civics is different than practicing it. Not to mention the competitive nature of the intellectual sport. Quite a few privileged university educated people complaining about how this world is so unfair. Much irony? I volunteered by putting up posters around town. I still have a few for posterity sake. I didn’t realize if was a broken social scene until after. Not to mention me not being the greatest at socializing and missing social cues.