This too needs a beginning.
Those of the day? I can't mind them much, beyond the parameters within which I have to tolerate them. What of the day itself then? Not just any day, but a day in a CBD.
It can't make me happy. In fact, it annoys me so much it feels as if my facial moles are standing. I prefer the night. The lights, the life, the stars, the like. Daylight is, cluttered. Noisy. Bustling. Greedy. Selfish. Filthy. Someone's always trying to get somewhere. Always pushing against you. Rubbing against you. Bumping into you. Forgetting that they smell no better than a stable. There's limited space; there's a million others like him, her and you.
Standing still to consume it all only makes your standing, worse. They don't throw tomatoes at you, but rather sword-sharp profanities. Because you're in their way, or worse - you won't respond to their advances. Which you find most-puzzling, as they've clearly not glanced at the mirror, lately. Am I expected to take manure-talking, buffalo-looking humans seriously? Just because they have penises? Cause if that's the case, then slap me dizzy with a toothpick, however you manage that cause clearly I'm stuck on Zero, where such isn't tolerated!
Sadly, the world is not convenient enough for us to take detours long enough to avoid the CBD. At some point, sometimes daily, we have to have these horrendous run-ins with the CBD-dwellers. I survive these incidents by ignoring them, the culprits. Or by cursing them out, under my breath of course. And my favourite - VENTING, soon as I reach my destination. I dare not do this in their presence, I love my face too much!
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