Stupid People
November 23rd 2010 21:00
To take my mind off the death of Higgins, I rang up Fred and we started having a bitch session about stupid people. Like me, Fred has no patience with stupid people or stupid questions. One of our pet hates is being asked how we are. For example, on the day Higgins died, I had been walked and reading while I was on my way to work. Despite what most people think, I can read and see my surroundings at the same time so I have never bumped into anyone. I heard an old man calling out to me. I tried to ignore him but he kept trying to get my attention so finally I stopped to see what he wanted. “Do you know where you are going?” he asked. I gave him a filthy look and took off. I felt like saying, “Don’t waste my f*cken time asking me f*cking stupid questions when I’m in a hurry to work.”
Another time something like this happened to me was when I was waiting for my sister to pick me up at the park that is behind Sydney’s Wynyard train station. While I was waiting I was reading a book. Again, a man came over and asked if I was okay. I said I was and turned my back on him. Again, I wanted to say, “F*ck off and mind your own f*cking business.”
“I also see a man and a woman who also walk and read so I’m not the only one,” I said to Fred. “I wonder if they get people asking them if they know what they are doing or making smart comments like, ‘Watch where you’re going’ or ‘Don’t trip over.’ What I don’t get is that a lot of the time these comments are made when there is no one else around.”
“What I don’t get is that if they are truly concerned about you bumping into them why don’t they just give you a wide berth,” agreed Fred. “They see you coming and assume you are going to bump into them so why not just go another way or give you more room instead of making stupid comments.”
No wonder I call Fred my soulmate. Sometimes I feel I am having conversations with myself because we think so alike.
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