A few months ago, my younger cousins and I went to a well known hotspot on Chapel St in Prahran. This bar had become quite popular in the area and everyone knew about it. Everyone meaning the young adults, cool cats and high rollers stating their territory. Travelling a long way to get there, my cousin and I were busting to go to the toilet. We make our way upstairs for what seems like an eternity because it's chock a block full of women trying to go to the same place. Finally we make it to the toilet entrance, where we wait behind a longish cue, when suddenly my eyes open and my mind runs wild.
There, right in front of me, I see a woman's legs under the middle toilet cubicle pertruding, or should I say the woman had completely collapsed in the cubicle and not a soul even seemed to notice. All they were interested in and were fixated on was their appearance. Now this scene was enough for me to bring their awareness to the situation at hand, to really emphasise the importance of being present and really paying attention to your surroundings. I scream at the top my lungs, "Girls, Girls". To get their attention, I continued, "Does anyone not see the woman underneath the toilet cubicle, who has collapsed?" They all look at each other and then look down towards the middle cubicle, staring in horror and disbelief, then wait for it... they all vocalise together... "Oh my God, we need to call someone, go get a security guard or something!" So do you think any of these ladies chose to do this?.. NADA! Yep they were all words! And who do you think did? ME! Of course I did because I still have my humanitarian instincts running through my veins.
Suddenly, the ladies toilet door flings open. A short blonde waiter rushes in with a tall dark stocky security guard to save the day. They sift through the group of pre-madonnas near the entrance of the toilet door. In order to get to the middle cubicle, where they see the woman's still body lying flat on the toilet floor. They start banging on the door to get her attention with no avail. Then they start shouting to her. "Love can you open the door?" Again with no response from the woman. At that moment no time was spared. The blonde waiter jumps over the cubicle like an olympic gymnast, he made it look so easy like one...two...three. He opens the toilet door to get the woman out and finally he and the security guard lift the woman up from the floor to her feet. The woman is beyond intoxicated and possibly under the influence. In a state of unconsciousness and complete unknowing. Once the woman is carried out and safe, my cousin and I are relieved that we were able to have a positive impact on the situation.
Which brings me to my point about being drunk for the thrill and show of it all. People wake up and smell the coffee! Get off your high horse and really start to look deep within your soul for validation. Not at your face, nor your breasts or your body. What has happened to us? We need to help each other, not forget one another. How would it make you feel, if something bad actually happened to that woman who collapsed in the toilet? I'll tell you... like absolute SH*T!
Vanity is in the ego and self righteousness is loving thy self where nothing else exists but your exterior. An ugly demon, one which separates you from love and unity. A form of self love but on a level of selfishness, where we forget about who we really are. Love yourself but love the true you and love others around you by being kind and human. My cousin was mortified by what happened and stated you have to write this. People need to know that this is happening. So that's what I did because really this happens around you when you go out and you don't take notice of it because you choose to ignore it or you're just scared of what might happen if you change the person you are. Please remember to look after yourself first but hold the morals you have been taught and brought up with because these are what we call the right things to do.
