Cynicism in Dorothy Allisons Short Story, This Is Our World :: Our World

Cynicism in Dorothy Allisons Short Story, This Is Our WorldIs The world is look oner than we admit (Allison 159)? In the short story, This Is Our World, Dorothy Allison asks this question, and her solution startled me. I disagree with her way of thinking. Allison says that the world is a inhumane, mean berth. I think that the cruelty is balanced out with the effectiveness in the world. I was surprised to read her negative examples of how bad of a place it is that we live in and call home. This story was written with reference to events and occurrences that I have never experienced and things I have never seen. I found it difficult to relate to these events.The minister, the teller, and her m other walked around the building where the tellers mother was to be baptized. Then they looked at the baptismal font. Allison states, ceremonial baptisms in that tank was like watching movies at a roll in the hay (155). I was glad to read that the narrator was non the one wor ld baptized, because I feel she did not understand the true significance of the baptism ritual. She speak of the Jesus painting as being, rouged and pale and pout as Elvis Presley (155). She was also trying not to giggle at the other little boys that were being baptized that day, He looked as if he hoped someone would rescue him. It was too much for me. I began to giggle helplessly (156). The narrator was too young to understand fully what it meant to be baptized. I regard that it is one of the reasons that Allison has such a negative attitude towards manners. Maybe she did not agree or understand the meaning of a baptism, or worship as a whole. This could stem from a broken home life and no strong father figure. Although I have been fortunate adequate to have a father and mother who love me a expectant deal, I still think the world can be cruel and mean. But meaner than we think? Every day we hear of some upstart tragedy that she speaks of, the woman who drowned her children, the man who shot first the babies in her coat of arms and then his wife, the teenage boys who led the three-year-old away along the train track, the unsettled family recovering from frostbite with their eyes glazed and indifferent while the set up scowled over their shoulders (159), but every day we also hear of the good things.