If your not ready to read a incoherent rant about all kinds of things that have no relation to each other, but that I just have to get out of my system right this minute, fuck off, go do something else.
All was good today, work was kinda slow although I've had my duties. The massive amount of stress I'm suffering from right now was generated in the past hour - while travelling home. It first started off when I encountered a mother duck with her baby ducks, on the left hand side of a two lane highway, squeezed as close to the divider as possible while traffic zoomed by at speeds of 60 miles. I can only imagine the terror and fear they all must have been suffering from and as I slowed down and went out of my way as much as possible to avoid them, I just knew that my efforts to avoid and save them would mean nothing in the greater point of life. I doubt they'll make it to a safe place. I know the highway there, and there just is no escape for them, apart from crossing the busy highway (two lanes) and not be teared to pieces.
What can I say? I saw them, reacted by avoiding them, yet the only thing that my mind could process was
100% mortality rate
It made me sad, even though I don't know whether or not my "premonition" is correct. It makes me wonder what the fuck we're all doing?!
Then as I travelled on, through dense traffic, I noticed a sign that said that one of the exits I can take to get home would still be opened, even if it was said they all would be closed. I decided to believe the sign, but the fuckers indeed closed it. I had to travel way further in order to be able to get off the highway, and that's when I noticed the yellow motorcycle that had crashed. First image in my mind again is "crap, is that my sisters bike or not?". I had no way to verify whether it was so as I continued through the traffic jams all over the place, I just kept going over the possibility. As soon as I got home, I mailed her to check and she just called me. It wasn't her, phew.
Then as I was waiting to turn left somewhere, the old fart in the dutch car before me decided to light a smoke. Listen old fucker, if you wanna poison yourself and your sorry ass, feel free to do so, but at least have the courtesy of killing yourself in your car with the windows rolled up, so you don't spoil the last bit of fresh air around for me. I so wanted to get out, and yell at him, but I think it wont matter a lot, again when seen in the bigger picture.
100% mortality people, remember the poor ducks.
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