Annoying People
I don't know what it is about the dog days of summer but I believe they flush out all the creepy dudes, the idiots, and the people who are incurably annoying. And if I could pause and ask everyone a question, why are crazy people so loud?
Today I was at the park and noticed a couple by a pond. Ther boyfriend was taking pictures of his girlfriend sitting on a rock next to the ducks. Then this tall bumbling dude comes in between them with a fishing pole and starts casting away. A) It's a big pond. B) Don't fish in Central Park. To make it even worse, he would work his shoulders into it and very forcefully fly fish. Who relaxes by rapidly fly fishing? Idiots. That's who. He was wearing a big yellow t-shirt. I'm convinced that the yellow t-shirt is nature's way of saying look out everyone this dude's going to interrupt everybody's nice day.
Yesterday, I got on the train. A man who was nicely dressed got on at the same stop. This woman with a horribly loud voice starts screaming that a famous man is on the train. And that the rest of us don't know who he is because we don't know history. I believe her overall purpose was to praise the man but he sat there pretending he didn't know what was happening, while the woman--who I believe was wearing a nice yellow blouse--condemned society and angrily declared to the rest to the subway car, at the top of her voice. She kept this up at a steady clip for around fifteen minutes. Screaming angry praise. A word to the crazy people out there, if you breath from your diaphragm and let your voice start their as opposed to the back of your throat you'll sound nicer and also save your voice.
Then I transfered to another train. It was hot. Nobody wanted to be on it. It was crowded. An older man was passed out on a few of the seats. Sure, its inconsiderate but this is New York City, some people need to sleep on the train. Another man--with a white t-shirt which was yellowed--starts yelling at the man who is sleeping that he needs to get up, he's taking up seats. The sleeping man finally gets up to offer him a seat. The yelling man goes "I don't want to sit there, you got your dirt all over the seat" then goes back to his friends and laughs about it. Then the man comes back to the sleeping man--keep in mind this subway car is packed and sweaty--and just continues to berate the sleeping man, at the top of his voice (yellowed t-shirt man, please take note of the not above about using your diaphragm) for his own amusement. Why must people be so rude? Let the man sleep.
Also, that very same day, I was riding the train home and a man comes through the subway car asking for money. He travels up and down the car asking for money. And might I add, he used a comfortable volume and his voice had a welcome richness of breath. He had raggy clothes and shoes, he looked like he was on hard times. A woman stops him. She starts talking. He kindly lowers his head, and with the most politeness I have seen all day, listens to the woman while she gives him a lecture which starts off "You know a dollar here and a dollar there isn't really going to help things." She's not giving him money, she's lecturing the poor man! Lady, who are you? He let her finish then moved on to another car. Picking on the poor? What is up with people?
Today I was at the park and noticed a couple by a pond. Ther boyfriend was taking pictures of his girlfriend sitting on a rock next to the ducks. Then this tall bumbling dude comes in between them with a fishing pole and starts casting away. A) It's a big pond. B) Don't fish in Central Park. To make it even worse, he would work his shoulders into it and very forcefully fly fish. Who relaxes by rapidly fly fishing? Idiots. That's who. He was wearing a big yellow t-shirt. I'm convinced that the yellow t-shirt is nature's way of saying look out everyone this dude's going to interrupt everybody's nice day.
Yesterday, I got on the train. A man who was nicely dressed got on at the same stop. This woman with a horribly loud voice starts screaming that a famous man is on the train. And that the rest of us don't know who he is because we don't know history. I believe her overall purpose was to praise the man but he sat there pretending he didn't know what was happening, while the woman--who I believe was wearing a nice yellow blouse--condemned society and angrily declared to the rest to the subway car, at the top of her voice. She kept this up at a steady clip for around fifteen minutes. Screaming angry praise. A word to the crazy people out there, if you breath from your diaphragm and let your voice start their as opposed to the back of your throat you'll sound nicer and also save your voice.
Then I transfered to another train. It was hot. Nobody wanted to be on it. It was crowded. An older man was passed out on a few of the seats. Sure, its inconsiderate but this is New York City, some people need to sleep on the train. Another man--with a white t-shirt which was yellowed--starts yelling at the man who is sleeping that he needs to get up, he's taking up seats. The sleeping man finally gets up to offer him a seat. The yelling man goes "I don't want to sit there, you got your dirt all over the seat" then goes back to his friends and laughs about it. Then the man comes back to the sleeping man--keep in mind this subway car is packed and sweaty--and just continues to berate the sleeping man, at the top of his voice (yellowed t-shirt man, please take note of the not above about using your diaphragm) for his own amusement. Why must people be so rude? Let the man sleep.
Also, that very same day, I was riding the train home and a man comes through the subway car asking for money. He travels up and down the car asking for money. And might I add, he used a comfortable volume and his voice had a welcome richness of breath. He had raggy clothes and shoes, he looked like he was on hard times. A woman stops him. She starts talking. He kindly lowers his head, and with the most politeness I have seen all day, listens to the woman while she gives him a lecture which starts off "You know a dollar here and a dollar there isn't really going to help things." She's not giving him money, she's lecturing the poor man! Lady, who are you? He let her finish then moved on to another car. Picking on the poor? What is up with people?
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