Archive for July 17, 2010

Public Service Announcement…Or Rant.

Drivers are becoming so aggressive. Last week a man ran over a dog right in front of me. To say this ass-wipe ruined my day is an understatement. It’s the first time I’ve actually screamed out loud in public. I made the guy park his car and go and tell the owner what he’d done. Luckily, the dog survived but it bled a lot. The driver walked over to me afterward.

“I didn’t see what I hit,” he said. “I just felt a bump.”

“You weren’t even going to stop. You need to be aware of your surroundings at all times when driving a car,” I said angrily. “The next time it might be a child you hit and you’ll be behind bars.”

“Oh, I would have seen a child,” he sneered.

“Sure, just like you saw the dog!” I snapped.

Folks, I don’t care if morning drivers drink three vats of coffee, keep their bulging eyeballs open with Fred Flintstone toothpicks or cut themselves with razor blades. Whatever it takes, for gawd sakes wake the fuck up!

People still drive past school buses, run right past school crossing guards out in the street and still yap on their cell phones when they should be paying attention to the road. Somebody is going to get killed and preferably it won’t be me.

Some people are so freakin’ cruel. Those of you who speed up and run over squirrels or other animals purposely, I hope you get hit by a Mack Truck and then backed over again to be squished into the piece of road kill dung that you are.

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Riding my bike today some guy almost hit me with his car. Of course, the thickheaded dumb-ass sat there yapping on his cell phone which was outlawed in Canada. He wasn’t even looking at the road.

I started yelling at him and he waved his hand in the air at me as if to say, hey lady, you’re disturbing my call. He didn’t even get off the bloody thing he just continued talking and drove away. The freakin’ nerve! He had no concern in the world for my safety at all. A little slow on the uptake, I’d say.

I could have spit bullets he made me so angry. It got me thinking. I wish I had control of the laws of the land. Remember those foam Nerf bats that came out a few years ago? Well, I’d legalize them.

Yeah, that’s right folks. Any further stupidity from half-wits and they’d get pummeled up side the head. I’d just knock the shit out of them. How many people do you know need a good biff on the head?

I’d turn into the Mega Marya. Hand out Nerf bats to all my Maryamafia  gang members. (That’s you). Yeah, I might even form an Italian accent, get a gold tooth and fix up my Grand Prix.

Nobody would dare come near me and do anything moronic or they’d get whacked. Oh, I’d make it completely humane, though. I’d be like your local animal shelter. Only no kill whackings permitted.

I am so tired of idiots. It’s turning into a epidemic.

Yesterday you can not change. Tomorrow you can not predict. Today your alive, so enjoy and cherish Today x

I once lived in a city. It was a strong, safe city. It had high walls around it built in earlier times to fend off frequent attackers. The walls were strong ones and I maintained them in order to keep myself safe from hurtful things. I can’t say I felt safe in my strong city but it was as close as I could get.

But I was alone in my city. My city had become a prison for me. The same walls which I had built to keep out pain had also kept out good things. The things that make life worth living. While I was relatively safe in my city, I was besieged in a prison of my own making. Yet I continued maintenance on my walls. I chose the safety of a prison rather than face the dangers that lay on the outside.

Even after there were no more attacks, no more attackers, I kept up my city’s walls. Then one day I heard of another city. A traveler from another city had gained my trust and I gave her admittance to my city. It was the first real company I had had in a very long time. Time after time my traveler friend returned. I soon began to lose interest in my walls. It’s amazing how fast they fell when I forgot about them. I don’t know if my traveler friend thought it strange to find the walls around my city coming down. I myself did not notice. I enjoyed her company so much that my walls did not even cross my mind.

I wondered what sort of city it was that my traveler friend hailed from. It was then that I realized that my walls had come completely down. They were beyond repair and I did not wish to build them up again. So I left my once strong city and set out to find that other city from where my traveler friend had come. The place where I for some reason had begun to believe I could be safe and yet not alone.

It was not a long journey. I soon reached the city I was looking for. I don’t know what I expected to see when I reached that city. But what a sinking feeling I had when I stood before the city and found it surrounded by high walls probably as strong and solid as mine had been. I could not get in.

I can not go back, for the old city cannot ever be home again. So I wander outside the other city. I still talk to my traveler friend and I try to glean from the things she says a picture of what the city must be like. But how I long to be in that city. To have the walls open their gates for me. To have a city to be at home in once more.

And hopefully to be better off than I was before. I know what I left behind and I do not miss it nor do I feel the least bit of longing to return. So I wait on the outside of this other city praying that some day I can win admittance.

I fear I may have to wait forever.