In whose image
Recently I have been struggling with this. Its embarrassing, its silly and probably unfounded. Its selfish and petty and vain. Its a whole lot of bad things, to be honest, and I am not proud of it. I hate the way I look. I hate how much I weigh and I hate my body, I hate my face and my hands. Its exhausting and frustrating and I can't help but blame it on being here. I never felt this way in Montreal. Hopefully I will cease to feel this way in Oxford. I am not going to spend my day ranting about this, but its on my mind to the point of obsessive, and its not healthy.
My morning bus rides have become a treat. Walking to the stop along empty streets, past the empty school and cutting across dew-drenched fields. Sitting over rolling wheels and rocking to the gentle hum of the engine, my eyes slowly opening. By the time I reach my office I am awake. This contrasted nicely with the stress and anger resulting from the commute (not to mention the cost given current gas prices).
Which brings me to my morning rant: You know what really grinds my gears? Morons who think that cutting consumer gas prices would be a good idea. You morons, they are just going to rise again, you actually think this is temporary? Dumbass, this isn't going to go away in a few months. Cutting the taxes is some stopgap measure against a hopeless decline. Fact the facts asshole: You will have to change or pay the price. I won't get into the price. I have an idea though, how about we give a break to the bus system? Or better yet, funnel some of those taxes directly into public transit development. Light rail. The people who are already changing, who are already adapting. The North American obsession/love affair with cars that was born fifty years ago is going to have to die, and right now it is thrashing and moaning on the floor. Put it out of its misery! For once try to think about things in the long term, I know this is hard for small minded humans. Try really hard. Start accepting change, that things have to change. The technology exists, but it isn't economical until oil becomes so costly that we have no choice. Choose change, stop whining and get on the bus. Maybe once you start enjoying your commute you won't feel so inclined towards selfishness and whining. And that's what really grinds my gears.
My morning bus rides have become a treat. Walking to the stop along empty streets, past the empty school and cutting across dew-drenched fields. Sitting over rolling wheels and rocking to the gentle hum of the engine, my eyes slowly opening. By the time I reach my office I am awake. This contrasted nicely with the stress and anger resulting from the commute (not to mention the cost given current gas prices).
Which brings me to my morning rant: You know what really grinds my gears? Morons who think that cutting consumer gas prices would be a good idea. You morons, they are just going to rise again, you actually think this is temporary? Dumbass, this isn't going to go away in a few months. Cutting the taxes is some stopgap measure against a hopeless decline. Fact the facts asshole: You will have to change or pay the price. I won't get into the price. I have an idea though, how about we give a break to the bus system? Or better yet, funnel some of those taxes directly into public transit development. Light rail. The people who are already changing, who are already adapting. The North American obsession/love affair with cars that was born fifty years ago is going to have to die, and right now it is thrashing and moaning on the floor. Put it out of its misery! For once try to think about things in the long term, I know this is hard for small minded humans. Try really hard. Start accepting change, that things have to change. The technology exists, but it isn't economical until oil becomes so costly that we have no choice. Choose change, stop whining and get on the bus. Maybe once you start enjoying your commute you won't feel so inclined towards selfishness and whining. And that's what really grinds my gears.
posted by Care @ 4:59 p.m.
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