i lied. french children are just as naughty as their american counterpart.

i always have found french children to be darling. they are chic, they are cute, and damn it, they speak french. a tiny person who can converse in a beautiful language a million times better than i could ever dream of is just bound to be precious. when you understand what american kids are babbling about, you just think they're dumb. well today, on metro line 8 going to republique, my mind was changed. there were two children. KID ONE kept staring up at me. he was cute. i smiled at him. he just looked dumbfounded. awhile later, i wondered if his food had had alcohol or drugs mixed with it - the kid just kind of had these weird wandering eyes. he looked like he was on shrooms. KID TWO was a little bastard who needed a spanking (even though spanking is wholly unacceptable this day in age, probably even in france). his parents sat around him and they kept taking turns trying to shut him up. he was squirming around and yelling and being annoying. yes, he was being a child. but i am not child friendly, and therefore i find being a child to equate with being annoying. i actually paused my ipod to see if the father would speak in english (as up until today, i have not really heard a french child fussing - they're all docile and quiet. this is why i wonder if KID ONE, as well as all other french children, are given alcohol in their bottles), but no, the father scolded him in french. it was quite entertaining, i must admit, to see the father struggling so much to control his child. the mom offered to help but he seemed hell-bent on taking care of this situation. at one point, i wondered if he would just say 'fuck it' and throw the little bastard out of the metro. gosh i am so kid-unfriendly.

kids are kids, people are people, wherever one goes in the world. it is our environmental surroundings that really shape us. we all come out more or less the same, maybe a different color, a different shaped head, but for the most part, we're all the same. and then we are molded by our families and society and more or less become fucked up. and then we see the differences between us and decide that we really must be different because we appear different, speak differently, live in different parts of the world, believe different things. babies come out innocent. then they grow up and learn to hate.

maybe i shouldn't dislike children so much. they're probably a lot nicer than most adults. except when they cry and squirm in the metro (and i dont care what language they are crying in).