Maybe it's not that bad but it IS bloody annoying. I was quite convinced that today was going to be a good one and, for all I know, it may well still turn out to be so. I practiced guitar for a bit and wrote a little but was totally unaware of what was sneaking up behind me. Yup, Le Dog. It is something that happens when you become elated or too optimistic. It sort of reminds me of the character "Billy" in the film adaptation of "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest" - he gets laid, feels loved, regains his confidence and then suddenly Nurse Ratchet takes him right down with a threat to tell his mother of the events that transpired during the previous few hours. If you saw or see the film you'll know what happens next.
Things aren't like that with me today but it is funny that all it takes to smash ones' confidence to bits is just a small admonition regarding a trivial matter. Lots of folks that I know believe that it is just a matter of letting it wash over you or "Don't pay them any mind!" but they don't actually realise that the whole bipolar thing is SENSITIVITY. Nothing less than that.
I left the house earlier to go and get a few bits of business taken care of and I knew that it was going to be a busy afternoon. I managed to get quite a bit done but going up town on a Friday afternoon is always going to be about avoiding rudderless pedestrians glued to the screens of their phones "living life on the go" or some such. The amount of people that just seemed to get in the way was stultifying. Nobody seemed to be going in any one direction, at least nobody that I was walking behind. There is a large bookstore in my hometown and whatever it is about the place it is nigh on impossible to actually move more than 2 metres in any given direction without obstruction. I bought my paper and got out of there.
Drivers are as bad. I am "off the road" at the moment, my main form of transport, a Honda Cub 90 motorcycle was badly vandalised a month or so ago. I used to see drivers - the majority or them women (sorry ladies) texting - perhaps it is belief in the cliche that women are better at multi-tasking that has convinced the ladies they can do this dangerous thing with total confidence and complete impartiality. The guys are as guilty though I am sure. Perhaps it's a cognitive bias on my part. It certainly isn't misogyny. You don't need to be so eagle eyed to spot it. Why else would people be staring into their crotch whilst guiding a ton of metal and plastic along a road? The technology exists to put an end to that sort of thing but I have yet to see it implemented. I nearly got ran down twice today as I travelled about on foot and each time it was by some texting motorist. Bloody annoying. I've even seen police doing it but maybe that is a security matter. It's still not right minded though.
Yes folks, I'm pissed off at this point but lunch was the answer. I went to one of the better class eateries in town for lunch and it was really good. Really good indeed. Then off to the bank - what a nightmare - nearly half an hour to lodge a cheque. The same cheque was drawn on an account in the same branch so I was assured that the funds would be in my account by close of business. They weren't. Not to worry, go to the deli and grab a sandwich for later, I should have had the foresight to realise that it would be another slog through a sea of rudderless people. My ankles are killing me, and I don't wear high heels.
Once all that was done I decided to go for a quiet walk and become calmer. Another bad idea. The best one of all was to head home, from where, dear reader, I am writing this now (OK, ok, TYPING). On the way back I was very tempted to go for a few pints but that isn't part of my plan. My plan is to stick to the plan, if that makes any sense. I think some further Morse practice might be in order. Whateverrr.
