Right, so i just got back from the gym.
Exercise hurts.
I think I have that girl thing where we demand instant gratification. You know the one, you get back from one session at the gym and go straight to the mirror, expecting a suddenly flat stomach and toned muscles. When these assets do not appear after an hour at the gym we deem it impossible to do and give up....or maybe that's just me.
This need for instant gratification isn't just at the gym, it's everywhere. For one thing, it's the sole reason that I can't shop on the internet. I see it, i love it, i buy it. And then i dont get it for 3-5 working days. As most women will be aware it can be considered cruel and unusal punishment to have to wait for a new dress. I need it now dammit!!
Come to think of it, it's also why I don't use our coffee machine. A few months ago we bought one of those fancy coffee machines, don't get me wrong...makes great coffee. But the thing is that by the time I've decided I want a coffee I want it now, I don't want to grind beans, steam milk and what ever else I have to do. By the end of that process I'm so over it.
I know that everyone says that our society demands instant gratification, so i know it's not just me. But why is it always said like it's a bad thing? The need for it puts more emphasis on efficiency and speed, as well as quality control. What more can you want? So I vote, no more talking as if this new revolution on instantly gratifying texts, coffees and surgery's like they are a bad thing. I think we should embrace this revolution, if nothing else it will just lead to a society of people who are satisfied quicker (not in that way)....or it could lead to a society of impatience. We'll see. Actually no, i want to know now.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Public Transport....filled with socially awkward decisions.
I'm just putting this out there, but does anyone else feel absolutely ridiculous as they hail a bus??
I often use those sneaky little tricks to get around having to hail it, by using the stop next to mine instead, so someone else can hail it. Or I always make sure that I catch the bus with someone else, and tell them my arm hurts...I can't.
I think it's a tricky business, because there is an entire bus load of people watching you expectedly. There are two ways my hailing usually goes, either far too enigmatic and it sort of looks like a bizarre dance. Very sort of "HAIL THEE BUS, FOR I WISH TO ENTER THY CONFINES". That is of course the one where you step out a bit onto the street, and then raise your arm high over your head....like an over eager tool.
Then there is the over eagers opposite, usually chosen after the humiliation of having waved frantically at a bus earlier. This is the subtle little hand flick, which really you just have to pray the driver sees you do. This has little risk of embarrasment, however the added risk of the bus missing you altogether makes it a tentative option for me.
I wish to create a new kind of bus hailing system, this one is far to awkward and filled with social pressures. I am yet to perfect the hailing of a bus, but until then I will continue to stumble awkwardly in the fruitless hope that the bus will stop without me doing anything at all. So far, no success.
I must point out, that it is not only the hailing of the bus that is the great social pressure of public transport. Oh no. There is of course the pressure of where to sit when you get on the bus. What if you see someone you might know? What if you do know them but dont like them? Attractive male? Nice old lady? The uni student who has his headphones in? The options are often abundant, a gold mine is when there is still an entire free row of seats. However if there isn't, you are left to make the public declaration that you find one person more preferable to sit with that all the others on the bus. You know they don't want to sit next to you either. This is why i try to make sure that i look at disarming and volatile as possible on the bus, to keep the new passengers at bay.
I often use those sneaky little tricks to get around having to hail it, by using the stop next to mine instead, so someone else can hail it. Or I always make sure that I catch the bus with someone else, and tell them my arm hurts...I can't.
I think it's a tricky business, because there is an entire bus load of people watching you expectedly. There are two ways my hailing usually goes, either far too enigmatic and it sort of looks like a bizarre dance. Very sort of "HAIL THEE BUS, FOR I WISH TO ENTER THY CONFINES". That is of course the one where you step out a bit onto the street, and then raise your arm high over your head....like an over eager tool.
Then there is the over eagers opposite, usually chosen after the humiliation of having waved frantically at a bus earlier. This is the subtle little hand flick, which really you just have to pray the driver sees you do. This has little risk of embarrasment, however the added risk of the bus missing you altogether makes it a tentative option for me.
I wish to create a new kind of bus hailing system, this one is far to awkward and filled with social pressures. I am yet to perfect the hailing of a bus, but until then I will continue to stumble awkwardly in the fruitless hope that the bus will stop without me doing anything at all. So far, no success.
I must point out, that it is not only the hailing of the bus that is the great social pressure of public transport. Oh no. There is of course the pressure of where to sit when you get on the bus. What if you see someone you might know? What if you do know them but dont like them? Attractive male? Nice old lady? The uni student who has his headphones in? The options are often abundant, a gold mine is when there is still an entire free row of seats. However if there isn't, you are left to make the public declaration that you find one person more preferable to sit with that all the others on the bus. You know they don't want to sit next to you either. This is why i try to make sure that i look at disarming and volatile as possible on the bus, to keep the new passengers at bay.
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