Hungry Ghost's Daily Diet (TM)

Yes. All that drinking before bedtime engenders dreams. Heavy, profound and make you restless dreams.

Why, just last night, I dreamt that some erstwhile friend called up in, and I could tell by the tenor of his voice that something was wrong, and asked whether it was his nephew. Floods of tears. And I had no inclination to get involved or empathize or listen or sympathize and really only wanted to get away, but would have felt guilty doing so. So I mentally rolled my eyes and steeled myself to listen when fortunately, I woke up. What an escape.


Then a few nights ago, there I was trying to deliver something on a plate to someone. It was important, and I was stressed, and the cortisol levels were flying sky-high, but there were all these short, stumpy, bearded and generally unkempt people dressed in stupid clothes in my way. They just stood there like crayon stubs - big crayon stubs and would not move out of the way. Fortunately, a huge flame-thrower came down and melted them away. So fortunate I was wearing my l'edition blanche clothing which deflected all the heat and I was safe.


Maybe that's why I did what I did on Wed evening.

Me. Running North along the bridge.

Them (weedy boyfriend and skanky girlfriend with over-sized sunglasses, and worse, with WHITE frames). Strolling South.

The moment I saw them, I knew that they were the kind of people who'd be completely oblivious to others and that neither of them would step aside to allow someone coming the other way to pass. I don't ask people to stop and cower by the side, but if you're walking side by side, one of you should have the courtesy to step aside and walk single file and allow me or whoever else is walking along the opposite direction to pass without having to invade each other's personal space.

Sure enough, as we got closer, they made no effort to step aside. Then they stopped. The weed stepped towards the railing to take a picture of something. The skank stopped in the middle of the pavement and placed her arms on her skinny, ugly, jutting out hips and looked straight in my direction.

I was damned if I would stop and sidle around a weed and skank who deserved to be bucketed at birth. So I ran straight into her shoulder, ignored their shouts and kept going. Total Skanks. People are so stupid sometimes.

It was a lovely run. Hot and humid. Just my favourite sort of conditions.