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| "I Don't Love You" |
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| My mother hated flowers |
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| Garden Flowers |
Too often we ignore what surrounds us, perhaps because when you see something everyday, it becomes the ordinary and we edit it out. We grow blind to the flowers that somehow power through the asphalt of life. Or maybe I am jaded and cynical. I don't think so and then there are moments when I see something, like a commuter going ballistic, as though something pushed them over a fragile edge that the rest of us didn't see. I witnessed a woman scream at a bus driver over disabled seats and even though another passenger offered her a seat, she went on a tirade that seemed totally out of context. "I am going to sue you if I fall down. I am going to complain. I am going to write every paper in this country, because that's what I do." And that folks is how we alienate every single person in the world, with a flash of all consuming anger. What if she for a moment stopped and listened? She kept trying to get a single person to consent to her opinion. She kept trying to hear someone say she was right, "This is going to be fun," she hissed like a snake, waiting to strike. No one played her game. This self-important woman, with her luggage, probably fresh from the airport was expecting the world to cater to her. Immediately the headphones came out and people started either tuning her out or engaging themselves with private conversations. No one fed the troll on the bus. Seeing that no one was paying attention to her anymore, she melted into the seat that was offered to her. Her stand lasted a better part of 3 minutes. She sniped periodically, but she didn't even receive eye contact from fellow passengers. It's important to know what are real battles and which ones are solely ego-driven. So if by chance, the newspapers receives a letter of complaint about a bus with disengaged seats, I would simply reply to her, "Jesus loves you" or "Have a Nice Day". We have bigger issues in the world to change, rather than to be disgruntled with seats that were disabled by a manufacturer for safety reasons. All the bus driver wants to do is to drive the route.
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| Abandoned Books |
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