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Maple Syrple

Roses are red, violets are purple
Sugar is sweet and so’s maple syrple

Roger Miller

That quote will never not be hilarious to me.

THIS MATTERS.

A pot of violets an da bottle of maple syrple.

Little things matter.

Little things people consider frivolous matter.

Sometimes they matter more than most things.

They’re part of the humanity that I get denied every day.

Just being allowed to care about shit like this.

Being allowed to have little things like this.

You only notice when people start trying to take it away.

Trying to make it sound like it’s not important to have things like this in your life.

Sometimes they do crap like decide this is all your life can be, and that’s all kinds of fucked up.

But other times they act like you can’t have this.

Like you can’t or shouldn’t care about things like this.

Especially when you’ve got lots of serious shit going on.

People act like you should be super-serious all the time.

And only care about certain things.

And care about whatever the hell they think you should care about.

And so you hold onto shit like this.

Which is why it pisses me off even when people say that people shouldn’t post their dinner on social media.

Maybe their dinner matters.

It’s actually little things ike this that make up everyone’s life.

Little bits of the world.

They matter.

Noticing them matters.

Living them matters.

Life without them, especially forced life without them, doesn’t work well.

People need things like this. Different people need different things. But everyone’s got things.

I’ve loved the maple syrple line my whole life. Not stopping now.

When people share things like this with each other it’s being social about little things we care about.

And people who like to do that like to do that, and that’s fine.

And people who like to keep it private, that’s also fine.

It’s just, there’s all kinds of ways to deny someone’s humanity.

And denying people these little weird bits of life, it doesn’t sound like much, but it does deny part of your humanity.

And it has a bigger impact than you’d think.

So think twice before you make fun of people for posting things like this, or pooh-pooh it to people, or say that people who like things like this are stupid or something. You don’t know who you might be hurting, or how deeply.

People don’t understand what gets taken away from you.

And I don’t know how to explain.

All I can say is:

MAPLE SYRPLE MATTERS. PERIOD.

Author:

Hufflepuff. Came from the redwoods, which tell me who I am and where I belong in the world. I relate to objects as if they are alive, but as things with identities and properties all of their own, not as something human-like. Culturally I'm from a California Okie background. Crochet or otherwise create constantly, write poetry and paint when I can. Proud member of the developmental disability self-advocacy movement. I care a lot more about being a human being than I care about what categories I fit into.

One thought on “Maple Syrple

  1. Dear Mel,
    I’m know, through your blog and Twitter, the things you are going through and I feel kind of violent to bother you with that at this moment, but I need your consent to show your On my own language. Please, tell me how shall I contact you or how to proceed.
    I’m not a native speaker, and feel unsure about the proper words to send you my affection and best desires…

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