Breath of fresh air.

Yeeeaaah, so i've been a bit negative of late. My writing is more often than not inspired by anger more than boredom or desire to write. Am I an "artiste" ? Nope- just full of shit.

So, it's nice to, once in a while, put up something colourful and happy. Something to make you smile. Think nice thoughts and go- maaaan- there is hope in life.

My puppy died today.


No, not really. Thats a bit harsh :P Erm, just a tiny little thing. I was on the train this morning with Dan. After a stop at some station a space opened up. I sat down. Then I noticed an old man walk in. He wasn't particularly weathered or frail looking- but im sure at least 70.


So I kicked him in his hip.


No, no, no. I didn't really. I offered my seat to him. Why ? Well- I always do it. Old person in the vicinity- i'll gladly give my seat up. The thing is- is small things like that, I believe anyway, that will change a persons outlook and challenge their beliefs. The smile I got was somewhere between overly heartfelt thanks and suprise. As if to say "Wow, a foreigner is giving me his seat".

I thought this was racist so I threw him out of the train...onto the tracks.

:|

The end.


No, no, no. Honestly, it made me feel good. It wasn't a malicious thing. It may have even just been my imagination. But people will automatically have pre-thought out beliefs about things they have had no direct experience with. To be the only one to offer this man a seat in the train (he wasn't up long though) really made me feel i had done a large part for "internationalisation"-if not only for one man. Even if it was one person, even if it was such a small thing, still felt great.

It was great to (maybe) break a (possibly) perceived stereotype and to break his hip with my baton.