Not that I'm particularly fond of freezing my extremities off, but it should really be around 15-20º out right now. At least cold enough to snow a bit and keep it there. GOSH. Is that too much to ask for? (Although, my mom has asked for snow, even if just for Christmas, and it's come either Christmas Eve, or Christmas day, so here's to hoping!)
Right. That's what I was thinking as I made my way home. I tend to look at the ground when I walk. Looking down at your feet and the immediate area is often interpreted as a sign of weakness (or at least to mis padres). I don't look that far down; I look at the sidewalk ahead of me. It's a habit I developed; a subconscious one. In my opinion, this is bad or not good because 1) it limits my range of vision to the floor, and 2) it may give others the impression that I am a good target for harassing.
As I was thinking, I came to the conclusion or theory that people who did not plan ahead very well would not make very good walkers, and vice versa. Here's how I see it:
When you walk looking at the ground around your feet, you limit your vision and foresight, although you are usually looking out for any possibly troublesome situations (like holes, crap, big puddles). When you look ahead, toward the horizon, you see everything in advance, and you can plan accordingly. ("Oh, there's a puddle up 10 yards ahead; now I know to avoid it.") Then you can take everything in stride, literally.
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So, earlier, I stepped onto the escalator to exit the subway, and my shoes were wet ('twas raining out), resulting in me slipping as the stair moved away and elevated. I regained my balance with a "Whoa!", then announced that I had almost slipped, to anyone, to no one, and particularly to my companion. I was happy that I had avoided falling, and resumed my climb.
Then I heard this ugly, high-pitched laugh, presumably from one of the girls of this threesome of teens going down the other escalator. I thought that it was just someone laughing at a joke, until the tactless idiot started to speak.
"HAHA! YOU ALMOST FELL!!"
Except Person had that kind of voice/accent where "fell" sounds like "fail". (is it characteristic of African-Americans/Blacks in general? [not to sound racist or some crap; some of my friends pronounce things the same way)
I- to da -D- to da -IOT. Not only were you cruel enough to laugh in the first place (while I was still in earshot), but you were stupid enough to continue your obviously short and simple train of thought and actually announce the obvious: I almost fell.
That was ignant.
I actually humored the fool and turned to look at them. The high-pitched voice belonged to this guy; probably a little older than me. He was even looking at me. I think that I should have just ignored the impudent brat. But it's OK; I was bashing him mentally.
There's this cool video our glowsticks club made of some of us glowsticking to holiday techno; it's so cool. I actually look competent. I was gonna post it, but then I'd have my school associated with me, soo... no. Sorry. :P
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