I’m being very good today.
I got up.
Hey, don’t I get brownie points for that?!
Things have been getting a bit weird around here. Oh, okay then … weirdER.
I recently realised that I’ve been living in this country a quarter of a century. Nearly ten years in my current location. And that’s way longer than I ever tend to spend anywhere. Normally, after about 5 or 6 years, people start noticing things, and life starts getting awkward.
Then I move on. In fact, it’s normally a lot less than that. But, I guess that’s a big city for you. Noise, smells and a whole big bundle of Couldn’t-Give-A-Toss. This is a place where people would prefer to barge into you and say ‘sorry‘ than say ‘excuse me‘ and go through all that lengthy hassle of waiting a whole two seconds for you to move out of their way.
Sorry, I put ‘move‘ in bold because when I looked up at the screen, I realised I’d typed ‘love‘ instead.
I’d like to think so.
Sounds better than ‘Omigosh, my typing sucks‘.
But I think I’ve seen you. You’re the person that always says ‘thank you’ when I stop to let you go past. You always seem concerned whenever you see someone who may be in distress, and you’re always the first to help when you find that they are, rather than pointedly staring at your phone instead.
Talking of which, I saw someone the other day, walking along a tempestuous pavement, glued to their phone screen. Oblivious to everything else. They say flying is simply throwing yourself at the ground and not hitting it… Well, this guy practically flew, in that case.
Foot + pavement-bump + diverted attention = Faceplant
Or so you’d think…
It was a spectacular save.
He got about three quarters of the way down.
He righted himself.
He carried on walking, still glued to the phone.
Now that’s style.
I salute you, young sir.
At least folks like him aren’t the cause of my current predicament.
Ah yes, that.
They’ve found me again.
Well, I think they have. And no, I’m not entirely sure who ‘they’ are, exactly. But ‘they’ have an unerring knack in discovering creatures like myself and, er, encouraging us to be geographically adventurous. I’m sure there’s some kind of -ism or -phobic that covers this, but let’s face it, you’re never going to get anybody out with placards protesting.
Well, you may do, but it’s going to have to be at night, so probably not much to be achieved there.
Dysons and glowsticks at dawn it is, then!
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