T Play Box VIII

The last T Play Box session ended a month ago, on October 28th. Now that I have had my dose of, well, something, I feel like playing.

One of the things that get to me the most, and just make me tick, is when someone walking ahead of me suddenly brakes. For that reason I would like all pedestrians to install rear lights, and to use them as often as possible. This kind of an “incident” happens so frequently when I am minding my own walking business at the university campus.

Most of the time it is a veiled girl, or a group of them, casually chatting and then they stop. It is also noteworthy that they like to halt their progress near, or at, stairs and/or very narrow routes. Why this happens so often, and in such a seemingly organized fashion, I have no clue. All I know is that it usually ruins my mood because I cannot understand it.

There was this morning some eight months ago when I opened my eyes with such a lovely mood. I promised myself that no matter what happens that day at university, I would not let it taint this perfect state of mind and spirit that I was in. I went to my classes, saw my buddies, had my junk food “food”, and then it happened.

I was walking, a very simple action, you know. I started from point A, and in my mind I was set to reach point B. I opened the transparent doors that so often push me backwards because, you see, I am not exactly a bodybuilder, and I trod on asphalt roads and my clothes got caught in the untrimmed bushes in ceramic pots here and there, and all was a generally pleasant experience.

Then an obstacle named “stairs” came my way and I was determined to overcome it, and there they were. Three, bigger, girls clustered around the mouth of the stairs in such a way that nobody could pass. They were talking, “Did you see how he…?” and I was quite uninterested in their conversation. I wanted to get to point B. I stopped by them for a minute, trying to emit as many mental messages as possible to inform them of my desire to walk by them and cease this forced eavesdropping. My mental station was not functional that morning, or so it seemed.

Body to the rescue! I resorted to my body language and I sort of kept moving in my place to show them that they are preventing me from reaching point B. That came short of success as well. So I figured I should use my tongue, right then and there, and I really dislike using my tongue on strangers. Most often such occasions don’t end nicely, and I could feel a bit bad afterwards.

Then I discovered that if I said something “not nice” to them, I would break the promise I made to myself earlier on in the day. “No matter what”, remember? This was one of the toughest mornings, eight months ago, when I was in a lovely mood. I lashed the girls with my tongue and in my head I hurt them even more, they answered back but hey, that’s life. Keep away from the stairs or risk my wrath.