Hmmm

I felt alienated and alone when I was the only one in the class that seemed to be fine with the cannibalism article. Not that I'm a closet cannibalistic that wants to eat humans or even have the intention to, but for some reason I was indifferent (but still fascinated) to the entire piece. The people needed to survive and their only life source was to eat the bodies of the dead passengers. Personally I didn't find any moral conflicts in the eating of a dead body for nutrition. They didn't kill the person for the sake of indulging on their flesh, they merely used the resources they had. Let's be serious, whats a dead person going to do with their dead body anyway? If they can benefit a heart transplant, or kidney transplant patient, then why cant they benefit a starving person? For some reason it just made logical sense to me.

Another thing is that I think I would have ate the spoonful of saliva had it been my saliva. I don't see why I would have any problem with putting something back in my mouth what originally came from there. I don't think I would have second guessed myself or anything. I don't think I would have eaten someone else's saliva for the reasonable reasons. For example I wouldn't know if that person is sick or not, or if the spit is phlegmy or not, etc. I remember when i was smaller I used to be able to let my spit drip very low and then suck it back up. Kind of like that. :)

Anyways I think that I have my own social construction of reality because of my culture and my experiences. I'm Chinese so its common for us to have family dinners where we would all use our chopsticks and pick at the center dishes in the morning, letting our spit from our chopsticks intermingle with the food and such. Well not a lot of spit, but you understand. It never seemed to be a big deal and such. Also the whole spitting thing in China is sooo true. Everyone there halks up lugis and such where it is completely normal. My dad smoked a lot so he would always be spitting, I never knew if it was because of his Childhood in China or because of his smoking habit. He stopped however because my mom would always make him spit outside or in the toilet and for him that was too much work to get up from where ever he is and spit. He eventually gave up the habit. I also grew up from a very scientific home where logic was our God. (I went against my atheistic parents and got baptised two years ago....) So if something was logical and it helped us survive and meet our basic necessities, we did it. Stemming from China, my parents ate just about anything, from crickets, to snakes, to wierd things. As long as it helped them survive and overcome hunger they would eat it. They never ate dogs or humans but I'm sure if they came down to it they probably would. I'd have to say that my personal social construction of reality was never complete, not allowing me to really judge, which isn't always a good thing. I moved around a lot in my life almost once every 3-4 years and never really had a secure life style either (thats a whole other story). Anyways I was always exposed to different people and different ways to live so i never was able to base my judgments or set of values on anything. One would say I had my family right? Nope, I can't say i have aquired the same set of values to my life from them. Anyways this social imagination stuff seems to be wierd to me. I'm going to end this with a quick question.

If we're supposed to open our eyes and minds to the world in order to respect differences in people and the environment around us, does that mean we have to distinguish between them? If we're distinguishing between people doesn't that cause us to discriminate? If we're discriminating how can we possibly treat anyone fairly?

Sorry this was late but I had a fever last night and was feeling quite miserable