One thing I find myself recently aching to do involves running through a crowd frantically. With no destination. I have often entertained myself by speculating that the acts of others in public are not genuine, but rather the deliberate self-serving ploys of the bored. Especially in college.
Some things are obvious though- like last year when I saw that kid running around campus in a Spiderman costume.
I would like to be more subtle. I could simply run everywhere. No one questions you when you're running through a throng of people, apologetic and wincing. "Excuse me, excuse me, so sorry, I'm sorry I need to get by! Please let me through! I'm sorry-- excuse me!" Or I could even mumble it in German. "Entschuldigung! Bitte!!!" Hah. A foreigner dashing through a crowd. I love it.
I could motivate myself by pretending I have some one to save- or making way like a reporter getting to the scene of a crime, a camera man trailing behind in earnest. "We need to get through! Excuse us its an emergency!"
And then I'd have some lovely, pure confusion caught on tape. I love how the masses react. Everyone sort of mimics one another. (Which is terrible in the cases where people are murdered on the street or robbed and people just stand around and stare. DO SOMETHING YOU ASSHOLES.) Ehh... it wouldn't be good if the group of folks I decided to bolt through then became intrigued and begeistert and began to follow, concerned... But I doubt that would happen unless they could sense commotion or something in the direction I was dashing toward...
Quote of the day (von Montag Nacht): "If it spilled into your lap and popped out your contact it must have been REALLY exciting."
-Mein Bruder
Und zuletzt, ich liebe Yeasayer, Odd Blood.
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