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Society isn't completely SOL, yet.
14 years ago
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So I wound up walking home today.
Its seven miles from my point of departure to "home"
Now, seven miles isn't much for the average being with at least two working legs
Also it was about 43degrees farenheit out
And windy.
Throw on the extra burden of Asthma and suddenly it goes from "No problem" to "Sort of a pain in the arse"
And thats what it was.
Now, I'm onto my 8th line and I haven't explained the title, which is the point of this journal this time around.
On my walk "home" vehicles passed me nearly constantly. This isn't suprising. Especially if you know what I look like.
I look like a driver's worst nightmare, I look like a murderer. A completely batshit crazy murderer.
Yet, a total of THREE people stopped to offer me a ride. Two of them actually turning around from their current destination to do so.
Also, I just happened to know all three of them so its a tad close to null and void.
[Justin] - Some dude from my highschool that ocassionally chatted with people for gits and shiggles
[Lorna] - My least favorite aunt. It was a huge shock that she even stopped
[Matt] - One of my coolest cousins - Not sure why he stopped, we've barely spoke in years
And it was after Matt pulled away, whipped a U-turn and drove away that it ocurred to me that society hasn't completely gone down the drain.
YET.
This was when I was about.... halfway home. By The Way, I walk at the speed of 3.5mph, so this 7mile walk took approx. 2hrs.
Now, out of all the terrible things society holds/does/is/molests onto people/etc... its random acts of kindness like this that convince me, if only for a second, that society isn't a complete and total shitbag of assmoles. And <That is not a term I use lightly, or at all. I mean, look at it, "Shitbag of assmoles" can you even imagine that? Don't actually do it, I don't want to hurt anyone.
These acts of kindness, small as they may be, are like the few golden rays of sun that shine through a dark and cloudy sky.
-NOW-
Despite all the flattering words above. I'm going to give this topic the verbal beating it deserves.
Starting with the last line and bouncing around from there.
First, I don't much care for sunlight and I like cloudy days so bugger all to that. Next. This is only THREE acts of kindness. By THREE people I knew. And since I knew them, they knew me, and thus knew I wasn't a mentally unstable murdering psychopath. Thus making the whole kindness thing null and void. The reason my aunt stopped was probably so I don't murder her or give her a box full of rabies for Cryptsmas. Next! This is three instances out of several HUNDRED vehicles that passed me. Think that through for a moment. At the very least thats 1.5% of people that passed me that actually stopped to offer a ride. A ride, I might add, that I didn't want. I had already resolved to walk the distance because I have the determination of a drunk stereotypical german. or Juice for that matter. (He was my dad's Finnish foreign exchange student a few years ago. he was like a brother.) So essentially to happen upon these acts of "kindness" I had to know three specific people on a Monday in mid April. So if I hadn't, it would have continued to be crap society central. One person at some point honked at me. No idea who the hell that was but bugger all to them too. They were probably waving but as its happened before they probably thought I was Andrew or Joseph.
Don't ask who Andrew and Joseph are, because I don't know. For all the times I was confused for them I was never told who they were or how I might go about finding them and fixing this little identity problem. Once in freshman year of high school a dude, Fabian I think, came up behind me and started rubbing my shoulders, thinking I was some other dude. No idea who he thought I was, after he realized I wasn't said dude he said some half muttered apology and looked elsewhere.
So in all reality, society is actually pretty well screwed.
Just about everyone is a jerk or a notoriously thick dolt.
No one can take a hint.
Bugger all to the whole lot of them.
In case it wasn't/isn't obvious, I'm not a fan of society. Hence why I'm usually indoors and alone.
Some day many people will die, and I won't lose any sleep over it.
Mayhaps thats just the way I am.
People have been getting on my nerves today.
-END THAT TOPIC-
On a brighter note that doesn't involve physical murder or the akward observation that I might commit it.
I decided today that each week, or maybe more often than that, I'm going to pick one topic and just completely verbally beat it to death.
Why? You might ask... Ok, YOU might not, but I'm going to go ahead and assume that SOMEONE would ask.
Because at least once a week I feel like being a verbally abusive Writer, and what better way to do that than to pick a topic of choice,
And beat on it mercilessly.
This weeks topic will be -Shit Rap- Which actually encompasses all of it in my opinion, but hey, whatever.
This verbal beatdown will be delivered on Wednesday for lack of caring for tomorrow despite that it hasn't begun yet.
-Summing things up-
I got sick of trying to rework [When Love Isn't Madness, it Isn't Love] so I put it on hold. By the Way, there is some notoriously BAD writing in there.
Did not know that....
So instead I started on one story that is holding up [A Fox, A Lock, and an Ivory Box] and that is going MUCH smoother.
I hope the rest of this week is restful for everyone. I certainly feel like I need it.
The Writer With an Attitude,
The Brooding Writer,
AnthonyM~
Its seven miles from my point of departure to "home"
Now, seven miles isn't much for the average being with at least two working legs
Also it was about 43degrees farenheit out
And windy.
Throw on the extra burden of Asthma and suddenly it goes from "No problem" to "Sort of a pain in the arse"
And thats what it was.
Now, I'm onto my 8th line and I haven't explained the title, which is the point of this journal this time around.
On my walk "home" vehicles passed me nearly constantly. This isn't suprising. Especially if you know what I look like.
I look like a driver's worst nightmare, I look like a murderer. A completely batshit crazy murderer.
Yet, a total of THREE people stopped to offer me a ride. Two of them actually turning around from their current destination to do so.
Also, I just happened to know all three of them so its a tad close to null and void.
[Justin] - Some dude from my highschool that ocassionally chatted with people for gits and shiggles
[Lorna] - My least favorite aunt. It was a huge shock that she even stopped
[Matt] - One of my coolest cousins - Not sure why he stopped, we've barely spoke in years
And it was after Matt pulled away, whipped a U-turn and drove away that it ocurred to me that society hasn't completely gone down the drain.
YET.
This was when I was about.... halfway home. By The Way, I walk at the speed of 3.5mph, so this 7mile walk took approx. 2hrs.
Now, out of all the terrible things society holds/does/is/molests onto people/etc... its random acts of kindness like this that convince me, if only for a second, that society isn't a complete and total shitbag of assmoles. And <That is not a term I use lightly, or at all. I mean, look at it, "Shitbag of assmoles" can you even imagine that? Don't actually do it, I don't want to hurt anyone.
These acts of kindness, small as they may be, are like the few golden rays of sun that shine through a dark and cloudy sky.
-NOW-
Despite all the flattering words above. I'm going to give this topic the verbal beating it deserves.
Starting with the last line and bouncing around from there.
First, I don't much care for sunlight and I like cloudy days so bugger all to that. Next. This is only THREE acts of kindness. By THREE people I knew. And since I knew them, they knew me, and thus knew I wasn't a mentally unstable murdering psychopath. Thus making the whole kindness thing null and void. The reason my aunt stopped was probably so I don't murder her or give her a box full of rabies for Cryptsmas. Next! This is three instances out of several HUNDRED vehicles that passed me. Think that through for a moment. At the very least thats 1.5% of people that passed me that actually stopped to offer a ride. A ride, I might add, that I didn't want. I had already resolved to walk the distance because I have the determination of a drunk stereotypical german. or Juice for that matter. (He was my dad's Finnish foreign exchange student a few years ago. he was like a brother.) So essentially to happen upon these acts of "kindness" I had to know three specific people on a Monday in mid April. So if I hadn't, it would have continued to be crap society central. One person at some point honked at me. No idea who the hell that was but bugger all to them too. They were probably waving but as its happened before they probably thought I was Andrew or Joseph.
Don't ask who Andrew and Joseph are, because I don't know. For all the times I was confused for them I was never told who they were or how I might go about finding them and fixing this little identity problem. Once in freshman year of high school a dude, Fabian I think, came up behind me and started rubbing my shoulders, thinking I was some other dude. No idea who he thought I was, after he realized I wasn't said dude he said some half muttered apology and looked elsewhere.
So in all reality, society is actually pretty well screwed.
Just about everyone is a jerk or a notoriously thick dolt.
No one can take a hint.
Bugger all to the whole lot of them.
In case it wasn't/isn't obvious, I'm not a fan of society. Hence why I'm usually indoors and alone.
Some day many people will die, and I won't lose any sleep over it.
Mayhaps thats just the way I am.
People have been getting on my nerves today.
-END THAT TOPIC-
On a brighter note that doesn't involve physical murder or the akward observation that I might commit it.
I decided today that each week, or maybe more often than that, I'm going to pick one topic and just completely verbally beat it to death.
Why? You might ask... Ok, YOU might not, but I'm going to go ahead and assume that SOMEONE would ask.
Because at least once a week I feel like being a verbally abusive Writer, and what better way to do that than to pick a topic of choice,
And beat on it mercilessly.
This weeks topic will be -Shit Rap- Which actually encompasses all of it in my opinion, but hey, whatever.
This verbal beatdown will be delivered on Wednesday for lack of caring for tomorrow despite that it hasn't begun yet.
-Summing things up-
I got sick of trying to rework [When Love Isn't Madness, it Isn't Love] so I put it on hold. By the Way, there is some notoriously BAD writing in there.
Did not know that....
So instead I started on one story that is holding up [A Fox, A Lock, and an Ivory Box] and that is going MUCH smoother.
I hope the rest of this week is restful for everyone. I certainly feel like I need it.
The Writer With an Attitude,
The Brooding Writer,
AnthonyM~
