Sometimes when walking on any given city block, forced to weave through crowds of people who walk too slow, walk on the wrong side, or can’t walk in a straight line for the life of them, I just want to throw my hands up in the air, say ‘fuck this!’, and retire to a pretty place with no people. Maybe I’ll buy an old pick-up and an overly-sociable dog named Frampton who growls in the face of adversity but can’t actually do anything. It’d be the life.
But realistically, I’d be bored after a while. There’s nothing worse than boredom, boring people, and boring places. I’ll stick with the people who don’t know how to walk.