What you have to understand
Is that everybody in this country
Hates everybody else in this country
And I'm not just talking about north and south
Or red state and blue state
Or political parties
Or any of that stuff
I'm talking about the guy down the street
I'm talking about the woman at the supermarket
I'm talking about people you see everyday
People say to me--
'Oh, you're a writer
You must love people.'
I friggin' hate people
I write to figure out why
I hate people so much
And the truth is
That what people say
That old tried and true saying
That we're all very similar
You know, what the dolls in Disney say
While you're on that boat ride
And everybody's wishing you farewell
In a million different languages
The idea that we're all the same?
It's true
And that's why we all hate each other
Because we all know what we want
And we're ashamed to say what we want
And we all know that we all want
The same things
Money, sex, power, and love
And actually, most of us would settle
For two out of four
Two out of four
Would actually get us
The other two out of four
But look, let's not get soap box-y or rant-y or philosophical-y
Let's just state the facts here
We're not all that different
And we don't listen to each other
Because we're scared if we do
We'll hear the truth
And the truth is scary
So instead we scream
We scream over the truth
And nobody's changing their mind
Nobody's even willing to change their mind
And people want to talk about the 50's and the 60's
Like it was so innocent
Like Korea was just a scuffle
And the civil rights movement was one big foxtrot
The truth is--
We're all pretty tough
We can handle each other
But if you want to make it a little easier on yourself
If you want to look at your fellow man
And actually feel the urge to hug him
Play 'Everyday People'
Play Sly and the Family Stone
Something about that song
Just renews my faith in humanity
And also, in music
But they're sort of the same thing
Play that song
Look at the guy or girl next to you
And say hi
Introduce yourself
Ask them how they're doing
And mean it
If we all start there
With a funky song
And an honest question
We may just make it
After all
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