Nicely Said and Done, K-Rotstitute

I’ve been told in no uncertain terms that my semi-weekly entries are missed. So without further ado…

If You Can’t Say Anything Nice…

I was on the subway this morning, and it was crowded. All seats were taken, and standing room was tuna-can style (not to be confused with toucan style, which involves a lot of people with big multicoloured noses hanging about).

There was a guy at the back of the subway who was speaking to a female friend. His choice of words was a little bit inappropriate for the subway, considering how loudly he was talking. Not to mention he seemed to enjoy talking like a rap star, with all the cool words he was using, and his inflection.

Reay mentioned something about this once. He spoke of how people nowadays seem to feel the need to talk loudly. Most of what Mr. Jackass on the subway was talking about was how he wasn’t about to step off and about how backin’ down ain’t what he was born to do. Please don’t get me wrong. I use the occasional expletive, and I don’t see anything wrong with them provided they are used in the right time and place, but when all you say is how cool you are, and how no one is going to fucking mess witchu and there are children about, you need your face planted into quick dry cement.

Children are sponges for things like this, and I felt really bad for the mother who looked very upset at the fact that dinkus maxiumus felt it necessary to share his feelings with the entire subway car.

And You Did That Because…

Today was a bonus day, as I got to experience two acts of stupidity in the same subway trip.

We had just left the last station before a connection point, where I usually get off the Eastbound and grab the Southbound. An older lady started moving away from the doors toward the back of the subway – the furthest point from the doors. It appeared that she was going to be giving people room by moving away from the doors. She inconvenienced a hell of a lot of people, and almost knocked a few of them over. She ended up residing between the swearing guy I spoke of earlier and his friend (which was the only good thing to come out of this).

We arrive at the connection point, and this same lady, who spent a significant amount of time and other people’s patience to get away from the doors, charges back towards the door, bowling people over so she could get out. Why the hell didn’t she just stay where she was?

If someone could explain this type of behaviour to me, I would appreciate it. I have a degree in Psychology, and I don’t understand what is going on in their heads.

Today I Become A K-Rotstitute

Today I will be my first time helping out in a kids class at the dojo. It’s been a long time since I have had anything to do with helping children out in martial arts. I used to teach classes in Taekwondo a long time ago, so it will be interesting to see how it goes….

7 Responses

  1. Some people are just completely oblivious to the fact that their behaviour has an affect on anyone else around them, even when it should be painfully obvious. I call this urban phenomenon Social Myopia. 🙂

    You’ll be a great teacher, Jorgie!

  2. Good term, Cat.

    Jorge, talk less when you teach kids.

  3. Whoo boy…
    Holy heart… Honestly? I’ve actually told teenagers like this to “shush it”, there’s nothing more maddening than a someone who disregards others in such a manner. (Maybe this isn’t such a good subject for me to dwell upon, as I’m pre-disposed to becoming overly distressed at the thought of such immaturity and irresponsibility)
    I was once on a bus with my mother. Behind us sat two “idiots” smooching and doing obscenities that can’t possibly be described on this commentary box. Anyhow, lets just say that after the ride was over; as my mother had gone a slight distance ahead; these two lamo’s getting off at our stop had a “talking to”. I’m uncertain as to wether they’ve ever attempted such atrocious behavior once more or not. I’m not sure if it the fact that I was indeed carrying my hockey equipment in my hands had something to do with the state of this situation (I was going to a game…), however I am certain that on that day they felt shamed, as they should’ve been. (I’m protective of my very Catholic Mom, what can I say?)…
    As for your teaching at the Dojo… I’ll just sum it up into one very simple word “AWWW”…
    Cheers and thanks for the cuppa Jorge…I needed that…
    p.s re-reading this I feel as though I sound like a tough chick..hmm…(checks)…nope still a buck ten soaking wet…guess I’ve just got alot of chutzpah or a big mouth…:)

  4. Part two
    shucks…one cannot say “A.W.” without a “http://” appearing from only God knows where…weird…

  5. That’s funny. No wonder I’m a hermit.

  6. Jorgie……guess what?

    TAG! You’re it! 🙂

    Don’t know what the hell I’m talkin bout?
    go to Da Kid’s space…..!1pQVUU17njcY41jrY2BNuCxw!1567.entry

  7. Cat: I am definitely NOT it. Call me a blogging snob, but I find it hard enough to keep up with just writing it to play “Blog Tag”. 🙂 However, being tagged by such a cutie is a compliment.…carry on.

    Jay: Being a hermit protects you from this brand of funkyness.. Although “Yes Dear” might indicate that you still get some of it. 🙂

    Drea: Wow, I got an Ahttp://WWW! That’s so cute! Thanks! I’ll have to dispense another cuppa Jorge today

    Tien: What was that? I couldn’t hear you.

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