Everyday, All The Time

These days are going by fast, as I go to work, come home, hang out for an hour or two, go to bed, get up go to work and so on. Work is going well, despite the boss' occasional freak outs because he is nervous about everything going well.

A few days ago we saw a man hit a guy on a bicycle. It was an accident, and luckily the guy on the bike was not hurt. His front tire was completely bent, however. The man in the car stopped, and got out. He did not speak much English. The guy on the bike was a student, and the man who hit him just seemed to stare at him and occasionally say something like "I didn't see you." or "you were going to fast", or "I was driving very slow". The guy on the bike had the right of way. It was obvious. Something told us to stay and intervene, or this guy in the car would just leave and the student would be left to walk home with an unusable bike and the shakes from being hit by a car. So, I said, "are you going to help him?" which launched a discussion about what to do. The man in the car would not give the guy on the bike his phone number, and Darcy said he should give the guy on the bike money to get his tire fixed. The man in the car didn't want to do that either, as he was concerned he may give the guy 50 bucks and the tire may not cost that much. Darcy said it may cost 30 it may cost 70, it doesn't matter. But to the man in the car it mattered. Darcy and I ganged up on him (politely) and both said to him, pay him 100, it should be the least of your worries, you almost killed a man, you are very lucky you did not, he needs his bike to get around, now he has no bike to use, he has to walk home, and you are lucky you did not hurt him! Finally, the man gave him 100 dollars, and drove him home. God, what is wrong with people? It was unbelievable that this man couldn't appreciate that he hit someone, and that he was so lucky he didn't actually hurt the person, and he didn't even seem to feel responsible or concerned about the well being of the person he hit. He said in the end, "I am not a bad person" to Darcy and I. It just made me think that we all have a long way to go before we earn our wings. I'm not a bad person either, but I still like to eat bacon. You know what I'm talking about. That incident occurred as we were walking home after eating a strange dinner at a Japanese restaurant. The food tasted good, and the meal cost a lot, but we both left there feeling a little sick, like rather than giving our bodies nutrients, we just gave them all this bad stuff to deal with. I won't be eating Japanese food for awhile.

The swooping birds have really spooked me. They seemed to have stopped, but now when I hear the birds chirping or if I see a magpie I get very nervous and anxious and I get ready to fight. The shadows the butterflies create on the sidewalk make me flinch. One more month to go, and bird nesting season is supposed to be over. Then hopefully I will relax. I know they won't kill me, but I don't want my head being pecked by a magpie.

Today we are supposed to go into the CBD and meet up with some of the people I work with for drinks. It has been desired and organized by a guy I work with who is not physically very attractive, but is relentless with the charm and the bad jokes and the attempts to get you out and drinking and impressed by him. As a result, he seems to get some tail, and has a fun social life, or so he says. I admire the efforts, and I think he will make Darcy laugh, so we'll go. I didn't like him much at first, but he is growing on me. Is that the secret? Relentless jokes and flattery and talk of your charmed and celebrated life, and the world will love you? Well, isn't that what this blog is about, you gorgeous, lovely blog reader without whom I would be nothing?