A detest to the Unmanned Mind

A Story by LouieBee

I ventured into a mall and saw something thrilling. That was before I saw what was coming. 11/7/2011

I scanned the mall searching for a reason to be here but found none in the adjacent minutes. I had been walking around for quite some time when I came upon a situation that was shocking, unbelievable and barely comprehensible... at first.

I scanned store fronts that screamed for my attention, guaranteeing my gratification and satisfaction... but none the less, remained faceless to me. They were scattered through this maze of advertisements that only seem to irk my consciousness. What do they want from me? Must they have from me all or nothing? I am not a drone but a person who might look at your product that might make my life worth living or at least make it easier to live. But I do not need your product for if I did, I wouldn't need you to tell me how much I needed it.

The one store front that gripped my barely sensitized attention had an ensemble of manikins that wore dresses that seemed to emphasize that we were in the current season of Fall... I had barely noticed which season I was in. Thank you anonymous advertiser for reminding me... The last manikin lined up on the wall was wearing a tube top which had been pulled down exposing her breasts. The first thought was a childish chuckle and then a certain exasperation that led me to be annoyed on the surrounding people's behalf. Children littered the area! With their mothers showing them the ropes of becoming a woman; shopping. They anxiously wandered into every undiscovered corner of the mall and it was only a matter of time before a mother had to explain to her undeveloped daughter that 'honey, I don't know why anyone would do that, but they did.'

I didn't know what to think. Then, one of the very mother/daughter examples I've been illustrating, approaches my walking line. I am slowly pacing towards the store front, and they, are walking as if they were late for an appointment. I held my breath for the woman; she had no clue what was going to hit her in about 10 paces. She walked next to it, turned her head, her daughter not noticing. The mother put her hand to her mouth in surprise! She suddenly stopped her daughter in her tracks and pulled her to the window that spared the manikin's breasts, pointed to the manikin, and chuckled as her daughter mimicked her reaction.

I told myself 'I don't know what I would do in that situation but I know it wouldn't be that!' The audacity of that woman! Has she no soul? The innocent seed of this developing child has now been diluted with the trash that explains man's greatest fall from purity! I was engulfed with shame of mine own species. The indulgence of absurdity has and will always be a prime dictator in social hilarity but it shall not venture into the pure minds of the adolescence!

What am I doing? What am I saying! Have I no resemblance to this action I have just seen? As a kid I was introduced to things I would excogitate til my brain would burst! But I believe it made me the sharp man I am today (Yes debatable but that's besides the point.) Growing up in a large populated urban area, things were put forth to me that other young men and women wouldn't have had the chance to experience. Although it wasn't my parents showing me grotesque things and formulating them into humor, I was still familiar with life's grey areas and faults and that making them appear as humorous allowed me to dismiss them as a catalyst for sadness, depression, or a testament to our failure as a species.

Wherever I am I will question what surrounds me. That which thrives as normalcy I will declare as habit and acceptance only by chance. I urge you all to do the same for we only have our own minds to determine what is right or wrong and not what anybody else says. If I were to go up to that woman and tell her what she did was wrong, it would be wrong in itself. I have no say in how anyone raises there child. But there are limits to what the developing mind can handle and we must be careful for we don't always know how a child will mentally consume something. My fondest memories are when I was a little little boy because my mind was so fragile and learning everyday. I urge you all to take in account of what you show, teach, tell or preach to people because it could be there greatest and only memory of you. But if we alter and suppress who we really are, who really knows who we are?