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Buffalo & Doozerie - The mild musings of two grumpy old men!
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traprunner wrote: »I remember those days and I had to walk to school.
Ah but I bet you had shoes right? Posh git!
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07Lapierre wrote: »Ah but I bet you had shoes right? Posh git!
Just one pair and they had to last until the new school year.
Now in my Father's Day there were 10 kids in two bedrooms that just about fitted a double bed. They slept top to tails. All of them had to walk to school too 😛0 -
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...or playing chess with a pigeon even?
Ha! It certainly feels like that when dealing with some people.
On that general point, while I think there is a lot of sense in the point of view that arguing with such road users is just an exercise in self-harm, I’m more swayed by the prospect that it may actually make a difference in the long run.
It’s easy for anyone, me included, to do something stupid, dangerous even, and go away telling yourself that it was somehow fine. But if someone calls you to account then maybe you’ll be encouraged to acknowledge to yourself that you did something wrong (or just made a genuine mistake maybe) and you’ll be more determined not to do that same thing again next time.
Some people will consider such optimism as delusional, but that’s fine, each to their own. Some people will also consider engaging with such (sometimes aggressive) culprits as suicidal, I agree that there are risks involved but at heart I’m optimistic enough to believe that the number of real sociopaths is actually very small and the vast majority of people are quite normal but just prone to mistakes or letting their emotions get the better of them at times. We all make mistakes, we can only learn from them when we recognise them or have them pointed out to us.
When I engage with such people I’m trying to convey to them what it’s like to be on the receiving end of their behaviour, they may learn from it or it may just be more fuel to their fire. What has taken me by surprise more than once is the level to which some people are, or choose to be, oblivious to the consequences of their actions. Even if they themselves don’t learn anything from me taking issue with them, I sometimes come away myself with a better understanding of how easy it is to be a complete arse, hopefully it makes me less prone to letting myself be one too.
…so it helps me grow as a person blah, blah. …it makes the world a better place blah, blah. All very noble/stupid (delete as appropriate) and all, but as much as anything else it gives me the opportunity to voice my native accent, it just comes out naturally at times of stress, and can there be anything, ANYTHING, more pleasing to the ear than the sound of Cork worming its way into your head on any given day? Really like. I’m converting Dublin, one langer at a time.
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traprunner wrote: »Just one pair and they had to last until the new school year.
Now in my Father's Day there were 10 kids in two bedrooms that just about fitted a double bed. They slept top to tails. All of them had to walk to school too ��
10 Kids! No telly in them days either!
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My daughter made a spud person last Autumn. It had exotic limbs, eyes, a nose, and a smile that could best be described as quirky. Its gender was always in question, but generally speaking from my daughter's perspective everything is female because males smell.
In recent months though nature conspired to make it take on more of a male, er, appearance, and as the weeks went by that smile graduated from quirky to sinister to downright troubling, here he is from a few days ago:
He, and he's definitely a he at this stage, had to go. Along with his glaringly obvious and traumatic medical ailment. So we pulled off his limbs, eyes, nose, and nightmare-inducing smile, and buried him in the garden. That's the last we'll see of him. ...unless he rises again. So to speak.0 -
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My daughter made a spud person last Autumn. It had exotic limbs, eyes, a nose, and a smile that could best be described as quirky. Its gender was always in question, but generally speaking from my daughter's perspective everything is female because males smell.
In recent months though nature conspired to make it take on more of a male, er, appearance, and as the weeks went by that smile graduated from quirky to sinister to downright troubling, here he is from a few days ago:
He, and he's definitely a he at this stage, had to go. Along with his glaringly obvious and traumatic medical ailment. So we pulled off his limbs, eyes, nose, and nightmare-inducing smile, and buried him in the garden. That's the last we'll see of him. ...unless he rises again. So to speak.
I kind of like him/her
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My daughter made a spud person last Autumn. It had exotic limbs, eyes, a nose, and a smile that could best be described as quirky. Its gender was always in question, but generally speaking from my daughter's perspective everything is female because males smell.
In recent months though nature conspired to make it take on more of a male, er, appearance, and as the weeks went by that smile graduated from quirky to sinister to downright troubling, here he is from a few days ago:
He, and he's definitely a he at this stage, had to go. Along with his glaringly obvious and traumatic medical ailment. So we pulled off his limbs, eyes, nose, and nightmare-inducing smile, and buried him in the garden. That's the last we'll see of him. ...unless he rises again. So to speak.
bloody trannies.... they're everywhere :rolleyes:0 -
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