You know you live in a barren civilization when you can bike 25 miles around town and not see another biciclyist or pediestrian. Almost go flattened by a flower delivery truck that decided to back up at a stop sign. I know its 90 degrees with 110% humidity, but I return and I feel great (even better after a power shower)
There are bike racks at my new school, that troubles me. I got testy with a lady at the registrars office over something she couldn't control. When did I become an asshole? I know I get in these "The world exists to make me unhappy" moods, which I am trying to sop, but I am becoming those nightmare restaurant customers I used to fantasize about at the gun range.
I really need to get out of this state.
There are bike racks at my new school, that troubles me. I got testy with a lady at the registrars office over something she couldn't control. When did I become an asshole? I know I get in these "The world exists to make me unhappy" moods, which I am trying to sop, but I am becoming those nightmare restaurant customers I used to fantasize about at the gun range.
I really need to get out of this state.
I think your post in the "golden rule" thread was just about right on.