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Now, Im not usually serious about such matters so bear with me.
Today I woke up 15 minutes before my class. This pissed me off. I had wanted to get up an hour and a half before. I had papers I needed to print for my second class of the day, and i wouldnt have time to print them inbetween classes. But I woke up with enough time to put my clothes on and walk to class. No shower, No food. As I miserably biked to class, people lookd at me, cause lets face it, i was that asshole riding on the bike the had to move for. I got to the CHafee building and started chaining up my bike. All i could think is fuck, this day is gonna suck. Ive felt pretty depressed lately. I lost my job, my fish died, among varoius other things. And this was just another little thing to pile up on things. Just as I was standing there. A man rushed by me, in a wheel chair.
I just sorta stood there and was like, goddamnit. Now i feel guilty about being bitter, though i think on some level i still wanted to be. But i couldnt anymore because when it all comes down, i still am not in a wheel chair. And whats more I got this vibe that everything was cool for him dispite his handycap. SO i shut up and went to Econ.
What does this mean, idk. I still feel vagueily shitty, but i cant keep but thinknig of this event. Im not particularly one for believing in higher powers, but maybe something put this inciident into motion. Idk, whatever, i guess i just wanted to say how wierd it was that that man rolled by me right as i was feeling shitty.
I probably wont change, but this is shit to think about.
Today I woke up 15 minutes before my class. This pissed me off. I had wanted to get up an hour and a half before. I had papers I needed to print for my second class of the day, and i wouldnt have time to print them inbetween classes. But I woke up with enough time to put my clothes on and walk to class. No shower, No food. As I miserably biked to class, people lookd at me, cause lets face it, i was that asshole riding on the bike the had to move for. I got to the CHafee building and started chaining up my bike. All i could think is fuck, this day is gonna suck. Ive felt pretty depressed lately. I lost my job, my fish died, among varoius other things. And this was just another little thing to pile up on things. Just as I was standing there. A man rushed by me, in a wheel chair.
I just sorta stood there and was like, goddamnit. Now i feel guilty about being bitter, though i think on some level i still wanted to be. But i couldnt anymore because when it all comes down, i still am not in a wheel chair. And whats more I got this vibe that everything was cool for him dispite his handycap. SO i shut up and went to Econ.
What does this mean, idk. I still feel vagueily shitty, but i cant keep but thinknig of this event. Im not particularly one for believing in higher powers, but maybe something put this inciident into motion. Idk, whatever, i guess i just wanted to say how wierd it was that that man rolled by me right as i was feeling shitty.
I probably wont change, but this is shit to think about.