Today I went to buy cornflakes – but which? Plain, honey, almonds, clusters, pecan… What brand? Honey Bunches, Kellogs, Special K, Safeway… God, why do I need to pick between so many almost-identical choices? I want just one, just one that… works.
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Sometimes I feel we got tricked, duped, with that internet and all. Back in the day, we were promised the information super-highway, connecting people from distant lands in a matter of seconds, and all the grotesque and obscure pornography you could ever yearn for. But the more I read the internet, the more it seems a ruse, a clever mechanism that feeds on us. On our anger.
The bus sped away as I was making my way towards the stop. “Ha. Good thing I decided to bike instead.” The drizzle was a drizzle. Good thing indeed.
I guess it is true what they say – time does slow down when you are getting hit by a car.
“Arizona?”
“Yep, my parents live there, but I’ve been here for a few years now.”
“Good for you!”
He smiled as he gave me my driver license back.
Of course, that was just an excuse to pat my back, which was just a pretext to put his hand on my shoulder, which was just a ploy to slowly slide it up and down massaging me a little too sensually for my liking. Oh yes. I was just about to enter the gay bar.
A few years ago, I had the opportunity made the horrible mistake of taking a greyhound bus from California to Arizona. Greyhound™, being a kind monopoly that they are, made sure the provided service is as horrendous as possible and all the costumers are treated like sheep. And you know it’s bad when the fact the trip takes some 13 hours in a cramped seat on a bus is actually one of the better parts.
Most of your typical community service experiences follow a similar pattern of interesting, yet demanding work, filled with many new challenges, revelations and a profound feelings of self-fulfillment and satisfaction. My community service experience, however, was quite… different.