Maybe it makes more sense to those who think lesser than to those who claim they’re smart, I don’t have a car, but today I was stuck in traffic, walking. See, I told you, you don’t have to think too much to understand this, my “not so smart” friends easily understand what I’m on about.
In simple terms all I’m saying is; I cross a 7 lane wide freeway road everyday to and from work, no any pedestrian first kind of a road sign, so I have to put myself in the risk and run in a 100 km/h speed to the other side of the road in racing with the a**wholes that change lanes at 160 km/h speed whenever they see a less fortunate person like me trying to cross the road and then laugh when I run fastest back to my safety spot after few seconds frozen in the middle of the road trying to figure if I could or not manage to get to the other side of the road before they reach to where I’m crossing, or else I will have to exercise the other options I have, like:
- Stand there until the traffic is less and it’s safe for me to go to the other side without much risk of being hit by a car, of which is going to take about an hour or two on a Friday or a day prior to a holiday.
- Walk to the closest pedestrian crossing, which is the traffic lights about 3kms away from my crossing point, and then walk again and 2 and a half km back to my work street, and that’s like 30 minutes walk going to where I can get in 5 if I run and cross N4 fast and safe.
Well I have realised that there’s no one I can actually blame for all this, and it’s a big disappointment to because I’m the type that have, lately, found out that shifting a blame is the most guilt-allaying thing whenever I go through a bad day or life hit me with one of those I can not do anything about, not that I cannot do anything about thins one, I mean; I can go buy a car and few months later fail to pay and they;
- hit me with warnings (as if they’re cheque deposit to help me pay the instalments)
- Garnish me come and repossess the car then I’ll go back to road-crossing spot.
- Blacklist me so that even when I get the job that pays me to my satisfaction I will have to hustle to buy a car again.
Let me just stop here before I give myself a heart attack or stroke or nervous breakdown or whatever that could just make my ex girlfriend smile. RU
