12-16-2015, 05:02 AM
In an example of the supremist nation we live in, I am going to wind up dead walking to the store. Why? Because some sociopathic idiot careless driver is going to run my ass over. Apparently CARS are a necessity if you want to live. Funny thing is, I just finally took my permit test(7 years after I was supposed to) and how many damn times does that shit say GIVE THE RIGHT AWAY. GIVE THE RIGHT AWAY. GIVE THE RIGHT AWAY. Those dumb imbassile would be murderers are in such a hurry to get to their cages that-hey, what's one life taken if I get home in time to watch football? I'm standing there, pushing the button 500 times while the mindless fucks run on through, most of them tweeting on their phones to their followers about their latest bowel movement, not looking at the road...and then, finally..Red!
The little White stick figure flashes on the screen across the street. It's my turn! Oh, wait. I don't deserve a turn to cross. Of course the whole cluster of cars waiting to turn into the road has to go in RIGHT THEN like a bunch of 4 year olds waiting for Christmas morning. Because wherever they have to go, it's surely more important than my destination! Then when I finally muster up the courage to make a run for it, the first toddler bike in line likes to throw a temper tantrum by honking his horn in my ear. Its only the thought of jail that keeps me from reaching into my bag, pulling out a soda can, and hurling it into his hood thus making a pretty little dent on his toy, since that's the equivalent to what he's done to my damn ears. HELLO I HAVE A SENSORY DISORDER. NEWS FLASH NOT EVERYONE IS LIKE YOU, THANKFULLY.
Then when I make it to the sidewalk, breathing a sigh of relief that I'm safe, they all zoom past me, pouting with their big bad engines, once again nearly bursting my eardrums. Some of them turn their heads to give me ugly looks. Because all strangers believe I don't have a right to exist. That's what it boils down to. It's so easy for me to piss people off simply by being alive! Seriously, how do these toddlers get through life if they can't tolerate having to wait 5 minutes to cross the street on their 100mph wheels, hundreds of them, while here I am on my .5 mph feet,1 of me, with equal (or perhaps more) important places to be, yet they just can't stand the anticipation of the 5 seconds their precious gas goes to waste. Gasoline is more important than my life to them. Hell, I bet if I did get hit, no one would stop. They'd just run over me like a road bump. That's all I am to the world. An obstacle, a road bump.
The little White stick figure flashes on the screen across the street. It's my turn! Oh, wait. I don't deserve a turn to cross. Of course the whole cluster of cars waiting to turn into the road has to go in RIGHT THEN like a bunch of 4 year olds waiting for Christmas morning. Because wherever they have to go, it's surely more important than my destination! Then when I finally muster up the courage to make a run for it, the first toddler bike in line likes to throw a temper tantrum by honking his horn in my ear. Its only the thought of jail that keeps me from reaching into my bag, pulling out a soda can, and hurling it into his hood thus making a pretty little dent on his toy, since that's the equivalent to what he's done to my damn ears. HELLO I HAVE A SENSORY DISORDER. NEWS FLASH NOT EVERYONE IS LIKE YOU, THANKFULLY.
Then when I make it to the sidewalk, breathing a sigh of relief that I'm safe, they all zoom past me, pouting with their big bad engines, once again nearly bursting my eardrums. Some of them turn their heads to give me ugly looks. Because all strangers believe I don't have a right to exist. That's what it boils down to. It's so easy for me to piss people off simply by being alive! Seriously, how do these toddlers get through life if they can't tolerate having to wait 5 minutes to cross the street on their 100mph wheels, hundreds of them, while here I am on my .5 mph feet,1 of me, with equal (or perhaps more) important places to be, yet they just can't stand the anticipation of the 5 seconds their precious gas goes to waste. Gasoline is more important than my life to them. Hell, I bet if I did get hit, no one would stop. They'd just run over me like a road bump. That's all I am to the world. An obstacle, a road bump.
