Okay, now before you all start I am not having a gripe. I am just annoyed at one particular disabled person. Today walking home, a blind man walked into me. Okay, yeah, he was blind and I don't expect him to have seen me, but what pissed me off was that he only banged into me because he was fixing his headphones.
Okay, now I have a new law. If you don't have one sense (myself included (I can't smell :'O)) you are not allowed to hinder your other senses. I mean, okay, maybe to some degree... but not while you're walking down the street swinging your cane around at people's ankles. Not only are you putting everyone else at risk with your fucking stick, but you're putting yourself at risk, too.
The stupid man was walking with only smell, taste and touch to guide him, and he was in the middle of a quite road.
My biggest complaint, though, is that he told me to watch where I was going. I would have said the same back, but I'm not that cruel.
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Monday, 24 November 2008
Sunday, 16 November 2008
Bla
So this might be the first thing I have written in months that doesn’t contain some Latin. Weird, I guess. To find it weird when I don’t use a language that died thousands of years ago.
So yeah, it might just be me that has this feeling sometimes, but can anyone else put into words when you feels “bla”. Now, we all know Bla’s bastard cousin “bla (u)” and his delightful friend “bla (L)”, but what about Bla himself. I’m going to try.
Bla sounds like that faint din that comes off of all modern electrical equipment when left on. It is the smell (if I may comment on you superior human’s senses) of a printer toner machine. It is the taste of your mouth when you’ve just stopped chewing gum after 2 days. It’s lukewarm water. It is the “am I tired, or do I just want to give up?” feeling. It’s not knowing what you want. It’s primary school mashed potatoes. It’s when your cheeks feel heavier and you realise you’ve not smiled in a while. It’s counting down the days to something you know will disappoint. It’s realising that you wont “totally remember and think about this day” in later life. It’s a friend taking too many liberties. It’s trying to rationalise everything when you should just take it in your stride. It’s giving up.
Any ideas?
So yeah, it might just be me that has this feeling sometimes, but can anyone else put into words when you feels “bla”. Now, we all know Bla’s bastard cousin “bla (u)” and his delightful friend “bla (L)”, but what about Bla himself. I’m going to try.
Bla sounds like that faint din that comes off of all modern electrical equipment when left on. It is the smell (if I may comment on you superior human’s senses) of a printer toner machine. It is the taste of your mouth when you’ve just stopped chewing gum after 2 days. It’s lukewarm water. It is the “am I tired, or do I just want to give up?” feeling. It’s not knowing what you want. It’s primary school mashed potatoes. It’s when your cheeks feel heavier and you realise you’ve not smiled in a while. It’s counting down the days to something you know will disappoint. It’s realising that you wont “totally remember and think about this day” in later life. It’s a friend taking too many liberties. It’s trying to rationalise everything when you should just take it in your stride. It’s giving up.
Any ideas?
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