moments when I suck
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As a transit reader, I sit as far in the back as possible, where it's possible to wedge into a side seat, face forward, and slouch properly into my book right under the brightest lights, right in a corner where no one can bump me. She, as a maybe slightly crazy person, got on a couple of stops after I did, and proceeded to begin a monologue of utter, utter bile. A narrative thread thick with fucking pigs, wops the fucking lot of them or spics fucking spics and if he hadn't fucking said those fucking lies, shit, it serves them right, fucking niggers, fuckers, mother fucking shits.. It's not like it was even directed outward, her obvious hatred at the entire planet and every multi-celled organism on it, no. Oh no. She stood there, leaning brutishly over her over stuffed back-pack like it was a rebellious child she wanted to smack, talking only to herself. Hissing, whispering, barely above a disturbing murmur.
I tried to tune her out, and mostly succeeded, though there were a few moments when her volume reached out and clobbered my reading, usually with derogatory terms I had to search my memory for. (Like, okay, when she uses the word chink, she is obviously not referring to a plaster crack in a wall, but what the heck is a chug? Answer: I have no idea.) Every time the bus paused at a stop, my spirits lifted with a wild hope that when the doors opened, she would leave, and I would never see her again. More the fool me. Oh hope. Oh fallacy. Instead, she grew more violent with herself, more spirited. As my stop approached, I decided that I would brush past her as quickly as possible because I knew, I just knew that if she said anything even remotely hateful to my face, I'd slug her. It's not that I'm violent, but more that I wouldn't be able to help myself. I'm Canadian. I don't even like to witness littering.
The time came. I pulled the cord, the bell rang, the bus slowed. I stood, collecting myself as compactly as possible, and slid past her, touching her as little as possible. Unfortunately, given her disposition, she'd been crowding into my corner more and more, and by the time I got up, when I say I slid past her, it's more I squished past her, trying to get by. She turned, "Hey!" and I braced myself, telling myself to be nice, to leave my pointy things in my pocket, to not bunch my fist full of keys. "Ma'am," she said, (ma'am? really?), "I would appreciate if you would say excuse me in the future, as pushing past people is rude." Stunned, I replied, "Er, sorry, I didn't want to disturb you. Sorry." and exited with as much confused dignity as I could.
"Way to make a stand." I thought at the corner, watching the bus drive by, "Next time I should set myself on fire."
I tried to tune her out, and mostly succeeded, though there were a few moments when her volume reached out and clobbered my reading, usually with derogatory terms I had to search my memory for. (Like, okay, when she uses the word chink, she is obviously not referring to a plaster crack in a wall, but what the heck is a chug? Answer: I have no idea.) Every time the bus paused at a stop, my spirits lifted with a wild hope that when the doors opened, she would leave, and I would never see her again. More the fool me. Oh hope. Oh fallacy. Instead, she grew more violent with herself, more spirited. As my stop approached, I decided that I would brush past her as quickly as possible because I knew, I just knew that if she said anything even remotely hateful to my face, I'd slug her. It's not that I'm violent, but more that I wouldn't be able to help myself. I'm Canadian. I don't even like to witness littering.
The time came. I pulled the cord, the bell rang, the bus slowed. I stood, collecting myself as compactly as possible, and slid past her, touching her as little as possible. Unfortunately, given her disposition, she'd been crowding into my corner more and more, and by the time I got up, when I say I slid past her, it's more I squished past her, trying to get by. She turned, "Hey!" and I braced myself, telling myself to be nice, to leave my pointy things in my pocket, to not bunch my fist full of keys. "Ma'am," she said, (ma'am? really?), "I would appreciate if you would say excuse me in the future, as pushing past people is rude." Stunned, I replied, "Er, sorry, I didn't want to disturb you. Sorry." and exited with as much confused dignity as I could.
"Way to make a stand." I thought at the corner, watching the bus drive by, "Next time I should set myself on fire."
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Date: 2009-01-16 11:01 pm (UTC)I have no idea why
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Date: 2009-01-17 12:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-17 08:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-16 11:28 pm (UTC)This juxtaposition is HILARIOUS.
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Date: 2009-01-16 11:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-17 12:27 am (UTC)I'm surprised you didn't laugh out loud, really.
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Date: 2009-01-17 03:29 am (UTC)It does sound a little like a case of Tourette's Syndrome (specifically one with Coprolalia). I suspect you'd know about this disease though so perhaps you'd ruled it out already?
I have to admit though that I've never actually seen this in action (I did see a couple of people with Tourette's Syndrome before but the tics were non-verbal) so I wouldn't know in any case.
Blech to have to put up with it, whatever the cause.
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Date: 2009-01-17 03:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-17 04:21 am (UTC)no subject
perhaps canada as america has no social or governmental safety net for such people
though I'm not married to her I have loved her for over a decade
(my own personal Grace Poole; isn't it lovely?)
but for her recently-manifested agoraphobia
might be the twin of the woman who vexed you
please do not slug them
(nor set yourself afire)
even though you may feel you want to
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Date: 2009-01-17 04:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-17 04:13 am (UTC)in 1970 California had 11 state mental hospitals and 12 state prisons
in 2000 it had 3 state mental hospitals and 33 state prisons
and I would want her in any of those places (or the street)
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Date: 2009-01-17 04:23 am (UTC)no subject
since it calls for the destruction of all humanity (and the universe)
in very graphically specific and exquisitely detailed terms
and delivered in a voice that mimics the sound of an overworked tile saw
an astonishing noise to come from someone who could pass for a LOTR elf
all but for the ears
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Date: 2009-01-17 04:35 am (UTC)intrigued
Date: 2009-01-17 04:36 am (UTC)in happier (?) days, aka "Scene From A SciFi Western"
Date: 2009-01-17 04:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-17 04:07 am (UTC)Oh, and I don't think you suck for not having said or done anything. If she's not psychologically ill, then she's clearly worked herself into a state of such venomous hatred that nothing you could say would likely help, and slugging her would just reinforce that "they" are out to get her, and are just convincing gullible white girls to do their dirty work for them...
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Date: 2009-01-17 04:19 am (UTC)This lady, she was working herself into it, convincing herself as you listened that if we kept out all the "coloured [redacted]", her life would be better, that she wouldn't have to deal with anything bad ever again, that there'd be no crime. It was incredible racism, and though I know my urge to just have it out with her would have been useless, I do regret not saying anything. After all that, she called ME rude? How could I not?
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Date: 2009-01-17 04:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-17 04:21 am (UTC)Of course, my brain now is formulating the reply, "Er, sorry, I didn't want to disturb you. Any further." But if she had Tourette's (and I had a Tourette's customer at the record store who was a total sweetheart but said the worst things, though more random than this sounds) it would have been the worst thing to say. Perhaps your gentle reply might soften her day.
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Date: 2009-01-17 04:25 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-01-18 06:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-18 06:46 pm (UTC)Re: that's because you live in the states
Date: 2009-01-18 06:48 pm (UTC)ps. I've got towo houseguest in fro Seattle today, know any good things to bring them to?
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Date: 2009-01-18 07:12 pm (UTC)So, want to wait until I send the boys home? Or would you like to come Vancouver adventuring with us?
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Date: 2009-01-18 07:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-18 07:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-18 07:26 pm (UTC)I'm more Canadian that most of the people on my street...
Date: 2009-01-17 09:58 pm (UTC)I need to get better at calling out unacceptable behaviour when I see it. I am a tad more likely, lately, to challenging someone using "gay=stupid" and other homophobic word appropriations that I quite thoroughly abhor. Still I would generally only say something when I know the person or am already talking to them. I'm still more likely to apologize to someone else for their bad behaviour than I am to challenge them on it. That seems more stereotypically Canadian to me.
Here's Spirit of the West's description of what is Far Too Canadian is their opinion (lyrics). I'd say that this song is a tad too pointed an indictment for Canadians in general (though perhaps a touch closer to the mark for me personally).
- Tony the Tiger
P.S. I also hate to witness littering. You are more likely to catch me in the act of MOOP-ing the local sidewalk than littering.
that's because you live in the states
Date: 2009-01-18 06:44 pm (UTC)she took the bait ;-T
Date: 2009-01-19 01:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-18 04:16 pm (UTC)I ignored him. He was quite clearly just trying to cause trouble.
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Date: 2009-01-18 06:45 pm (UTC)