I hate pedestrians. The odd thing is that I don’t even drive. I get the privilege of riding the public transit for free through my school, so there’s no reason for me to pay the atrocious amounts of money for parking. Essentially, I despise my own kind. Sometimes I feel the Army conditioned me to be this way. Especially during basic training, they have this “hurry up and wait” mentality. It made perfect sense initially, because it made sure that everyone was on time and prepared for whatever was scheduled for that day. However, there were far too many times where 200-plus recruits were crammed together on bleachers at the training site that weren’t even supposed to fit that capacity, waiting for further instruction that wasn’t even ready …show more content…
But even still, I once had someone tailgate right behind me. The weird thing about it was that I was on State Street, which has a very wide sidewalk, with nobody coming from the opposite direction. This lady had ample room to get around me if she wanted, yet she seemed the most comfortable right up on my ass (my ass isn’t even that special). Now I was starting to get a bit paranoid. I’m borderline jogging at this point, trying to escape the nauseating combination of hair spray and cheap perfume. I contemplated suddenly stopping and getting her to rear end me and realize the error in her ways, but then had the thought that she was trying to pick-pocket me and stopping would give her that excuse to bump into me and steal my wallet (or even worse, grab my unexceptional rear end). So we get to a crosswalk. Arm hairs get to know each other. When the light turned green, she careened in front of me, then she starts walking slow as shit. I couldn’t fucking believe it. Now I’m tailgating her. Now I’m the asshole. I almost had the urge to strangle her. I essentially said “fuck this” and started walking even slower just so she could get a few (hundred) paces away from me, all while glaring at her, hoping that she notices with the third eye in the back of her
Just as they are standing face-to-face with each other, I am standing face-to-face with procrastination. I encounter difficulty managing my time with just about everything I do; I always wait too long. Throughout high school I was never in a hurry to get any of my work done. The work was easy to me, so if I waited until the last minute to do anything, it wasn’t hard for me to finish. I could always take my time to get everything done and still get a good grade in high school. Even if the work was harder and took me a little extra time, my teachers were all very lenient and accepted late work. My high school was very easy and allowed me to get into the bad habit of procrastinating.
Sally Engle Merry’s “Urban Danger: Life in a Neighborhood of Strangers” explores the urban danger associated with living in a neighborhood with “strangers.” The ethnographic study centralizes around a multiethnic housing project in a neighborhood with high crime; Dover Square Project. She emphasizes the relevance of social groups and the impact it maintains in promoting the idea of danger in urbanities. Merry focuses her attention on the impression the residents’ have, which is “that they live in a world of dangerous and unpredictable strangers” and the contrasting reality. Throughout the article, she clarifies this misconception and explores how the boundaries between the ethnic groups promote anonymity, which then in response fosters opportunities for
Have you ever been driving and have someone pull out in front of you or drive slow? If so this would be relevant to you just like it is to me, simply because my pet peeve is other people's terrible driving skills. It drives me insane when I’ll be driving and have a car pull out when there is no other car behind me for miles, and then they drive slow. When someone does that horrible deed, that makes me hate them, I just wish I could tell them off!
“Excuse me, miss, can I see your license and registration, please?” Great. Pulled over once again, except this time I don’t even know what I did wrong. Apparently I made an unsafe lane change that resulted in an improper U-turn. I tried asking the officer what I did wrong, but as soon as I began speaking, he started talking over me. “Are you even from around here?” he asked me. “You look like you should’ve never even gotten your license.”
rom the dawn of time, man has had many questions. Some he finds answers to, while others he might spend his entire life seeking answers to, one of these being the question of why are humans so vicious to each other? Wise men have spent hours devoted to elaborate explanations, when the root of the answer is quite plain: fear. Fear is perhaps the most powerful motivator; from the seemingly minor fear one might harbor towards mice towards the more complex fear of death, all have something above all that inspires intense fear and loathing, something they would drain seas and level mountains to avoid. When confronted by their fear, some become paralyzed, others fight or flee, but when completely immersed in their fear, unable to escape or ignore,
In today’s society we often have an all too-casual attitude toward misfortune; Jackson shows us this aspect of human nature through the town’s casual attitude toward the lottery. The men talk of "rain, tractors and taxes" and the women gossip—all the time knowing they are about to kill someone or be perhaps even be killed themselves (Jackson 863). The thing that is most important to them is to hurry up and finish so they can eat lunch. Perhaps the feeling of being in a hurry makes what they’re about to do easier; they don’t have time to let it bother them. How often in today’s society do we hear the phrase, "just hurry up and get it over with"?
I immediately became still. She continued on as I tried to shut it out. My blood was beginning to boil. I contained myself, I was known for being able to control my "slowfuse" temper and myself.
Before I could even think of what to do, she was right up at my window, wide-eyed. She gestured to open the door. There was no way I was doing that. She still had that aggressive tone in her facial expression. She couldn’t be trusted. She was crazy. I put my window down a little bit so I could see what she had to say. I was hoping it was an apology for rude she was to me.
not many cars on the road encouraging me to drive faster. I had just gone
to oncoming truck, "I am going too fast to stop, so unless you slow down we
met by angry drivers the honked relentlessly and even had a tenacious young lady tailgate us
Be a sober pedestrian. Drinking alcohol or doing drugs could cause you to act irrationally. You might not pay as much attention as you are crossing the street.
Then I have a terrible realization... I have no dough. I start to explain to the driver what went down. Either he knew Paul or we weren't speaking the same lingo because he wasn't vibing on me at all.
I felt shocked and a huge amount of anger mounting up inside me. I walked
It’s fairly easy for me to go charging into something without thinking about my actions or the consequences. I have found that it is much more difficult to stop, consider the options and find all of the facts. Patience’s is not an easy thing to put into practice, it is something that takes time. Over time I grew more patient and more understanding of situations and people, which has helped me in both my job and in my everyday