We’ve all heard the term honesty is the best policy. Since we are tiny tots hell bent on getting our fair share of cookies and milk, we are taught to tell the truth, do the right thing… blah freaking blah.
But then one day, we are taught to fib, to lie, to bend the truth a little. We are taught that even though little Rosie is being a total selfish brat, we should smile and play along.
Ok, so which is it? And when did all this political correctness crap start anyway?
Yesterday I was driving up the street (no, not down) and this chic, probably in her early twenties, decides to start moseying across the middle of the street. Never mind there are four lanes of traffic coming at her in both directions. She didn’t dash, or jog or move in any expeditious manner. She moseyed. Strolled. Snailed along.
So there I am cruising along doing about 2 miles under the speed limit and I and three other lanes of traffic have to slow down so she can get across. In my sick, twisted mind I punch the gas for like less than a second (I know, I know, I am going to hell) and then let up.
I say to my boyfriend in the car: “Should I punch it?” As I give the car gas and then immediately let off.
My boyfriend asked me what the hell was the matter with me. Of course, I got defensive.
“ME?! What the hell is the matter with her?”
“Ok, so she gets to cross in the middle of the street basically breaking the law and if I hit her for whatever reason, I am the guilty one because I didn’t have control of my vehicle. Never mind the fact that she SHOULD. NOT. BE. IN. THE. MIDDLE OF THE STREET!!” Yeah, I over-reacted … a lot.
It felt good to freak out, and I would never run someone over with my car. I have certainly made a metal note to keep some thoughts to myself. Because, believe it or not, sometimes honesty is not the best policy.
Maybe being politically correct does have some benefits, after all.
So, sorry lady for trying to scare the begeebees out of you. On a “could have been worse” note, I could have been flying down the road yapping on my cellphone and not even seen you.
Is there anything that really gets under your skin that, looking back, you over-reacted to?
We were surfing the TV for entertainment yesterday evening and we came upon: 500 Days Of Summer. I watched this movie once before. Basically, it is a boy meets girl, girl destroys boys heart, boy can’t figure out why type of movie. It is definitely a character driven plot, which I tend to find boring most of the time. I like this one.
The theme to the movie, which I (and probably everyone else that watched it ’til the end) is fate. I won’t give the end of the movie away, but it definitely triggered a one way philosophical conversation in my mind…
Fate vs. Coincidence
Some of us believe in fate.
FATE: something that unavoidably befalls a person; fortune; lot … or… to predetermine, as by the decree of fate; destine.
Was it fate that I was in a motorcycle accident in 2007 which led to a snowball of events that turned my life into a sea of amazement? I’m not sure… I like to think that I have some sort of hand in the things that happen in my life….
Some of us think everything is a coincidence.
COINCIDENCE: a striking occurrence of two or more events at one time apparently by mere chance.
Was the accident just some morbid coincidence that left me scarred and slightly broken.. not to mention screwed over by a big name corporation when it came to taking care of me…? If not for the mounting on the pole, I’d not have gone in search of a different job. My search took me away from Auto Parts Delivery Chick, making just over minimum wage to Administrative Assistant, making twice the prior.
I could cite a thousand different scenarios and ask coincidence or fate… which do you believe?
I’m not sure if you heard although I have pretty much told everyone. I entered a contest of sorts for an opportunity as a guest editor for Cycle World Magazine, one of the top leading motorcycle magazines in the country. All I had to do was write a little quip about why I would be the best candidate along with my networking info (Facebook, Twitter, etc). What I got if selected was a date with a 2011 Kawasaki Ninja 1000 motorcycle for 90 days. A free ride for the summer. Sweet!
I entered and forgot about it. Imagine my excitement when I opened my inbox a few weeks ago to discover out of all the entrants, I am one of the chosen ten.
Yes, I screamed. Yes, I did a happy dance. And yes, I told everyone I could find… even complete strangers at my second job.
I got the bike on Friday, May 27. It is so beautiful!
I have had it a week. And I am learning some things.
1) Know What Is Ahead
It is so important to get to know something before you take it for a ride. A car, a motorcycle, a relationship. These types of things cannot be rushed into. We have to get to know the situation just incase any surprises pop up. Like say a deer in the path of my vehicle or a bit of a temper in a new mate. There is no such thing as knowing too much. When I first got the Ninja, I made sure I sat on it for a bit and really got to know the bike.
2) Power Is Not Overrated
This bike has mad power. At first I was a little intimidated by this force. But as I am getting to know the bike (see above) I am respecting its power and realizing that power is definitely not overrated. The bike, whose name is THOR, and I are bonding as the days pass and we dig each other. It is packed with torque, which at first I did not like. As Thor and I bond, I grow fond of the torque.
3)Confidence Is The Ultimate Accessory
Weren’t expecting that one, were ya now? I say this because I was pretty nervous when I first got this bike. I have only ridden a Ninja 500 for the last four years or so and a Suzuki GS 750 for a wee bit before that. I noticed that when racked with nerves, my riding sucks. If my confidence is shot, so are my skills. Second guessing is always a bad idea, especially on a motorcycle.
In the past week, Thor and I did not get in as much ride time as I would have liked, but we did get in a few hundred miles. I have to get to the 600 mark so that I can take it in for a first service and then get back out on the road.