9/22/97 - Simple Trigonometry.

     Time for more venting.  Lines (not the line
     as in the harmless creature that passes
     between two points, but the lines that
     loathsome people form) are no friends of
     mine.

     Oh, I can't STAND them.  To assist my
     point, I will expand this hate towards
     people walking in general.  My case in
     point?  The entire campus of the
     University of Texas at Austin.

     Now you know that when I deal with other
     people, I don't REALLY want to deal with
     them.  When I leave the humble home, I
     interact as little as possible and try
     not to get other peoples' clammy hands
     on me.  I don't want people talking to
     me, touching me, or even knowing I
     exist.

     So when I'm walking in the mall, looking
     mean and pissed off, to keep people
     away (you know, it seems to DRAW people
     to you, if you look mean -- I think it's
     best to look utterly interested in
     everyone so that they DON'T go near you),
     people always get in the way.

     They pick the worst places to stand and
     talk.  You know...you have one tall,
     tanned American guy (dumb as a brick)
     and a couple generic blonde UT chicks
     talking and flirting with him ("hey,
     wanna study tonight in our bedroom?").
     Instead of moving to the side, or under
     a tree (or in bed, I don't really care),
     they will stand right in the middle of
     the sidewalk at the top of the south
     mall, causing dozens of people to take
     a route around them.  God, people are
     so ignorant of others.

     And these twits are somehow coordinated
     enough to be able to talk and walk at
     the same time.  Genetic misstep, I'm
     guessing.  But unfortunately, they
     are not able to walk very FAST as they
     talk to each other, so they slow down
     everyone behind them.

     Let's not forgot the people who have
     no clue where they're going, or who
     change their mind as to which direction
     they're going at the LAST possible
     second.  I yearn for a life which begs
     such importance that my attention cannot
     be wasted on things such as which
     way I need to go.

     Oh!  And people who hover behind you,
     in the same place, not passing you or
     backing off, so you're constantly
     worried about what they're planning to
     do.  It's a real power thing in this
     case, but it irks the Hell out of me.

     People also like to NOT move when you're
     walking past them.  They don't even see
     you.  It's like playing chicken.  First
     one to swerve loses.  Sheesh.

     And women?  Look, dammit, just LOOK at
     me...don't do that annoying thing where
     I catch you looking and then you look
     down, then look back up, then look down,
     etc. etc.  You look like a frigging
     chicken pecking the ground.

       "Habit rules the unreflecting
        herd."
                       -Wordsworth

     Have I left out any peculiarities of
     walking rules and habits?  I guess not...
     You can e-mail me and add to the list
     if you like.

     All I know is that I hate near everything
     people do.  Oh yes, and I also know that
     the only person I feel comfortable
     walking with is Anna.  She isn't ALLOWED
     to do anything annoying to me because
     she'll always be right by my side, hip
     against hip, with my arm keeping her
     close and out of mischief.

     And a quick statement to all those
     nay-sayers for Anna and me.  You were
     wrong.

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