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Basically, I’m a liberal type. Really now. Live and Let Live, everyone should do what they want. But then there are these phenomena, they get me small.
For example on this former railway line in Dortmund, which is a walk today. You can feel like trees for hours (in Dortmund everything is MoSost, which lies, among other things, the “giving southwest winds”, but that is a different story) hiking straight and imagining that would be nature here.
Key children and drug dealers
In addition to small old women, who shuffle over their way like key children with a smile on a neon -colored watch band around their neck, and bored young people who lunge them into their cell phones on the bench and whine legs, there is also a third type of person who noticed here: the middle -aged white man with boom box on the bike.
I do not understand: Why do guys sit around 50 on an electric bike, push themselves on the vein nose and apparently believe that we all care about music in their free time? How can you explain that someone entitled occurs that the one is unloading his tasteless sound dirt on innocent walkers?
Shock waves made of shit
I don’t see women who do it. Although they have to be sure, because someone will already data such disgust packages on wheels. If it were at least good music! But she’s never. It is always a pounding hit that blows past you like an acoustic shock wave made of shit. Or really deeply scary electro-nazi rock-sloping punk, which only seems to have the meaning “break everything”.
I would like to be a man that often. I would just wash my loneliness down with beer, I would open my little self -esteem with tours on my electric bike, in which I let my favorite music to be heard from a mobile box for everyone. Together with my ultra-cool sunglasses, my gray, stained fleece sweater and my greasy, poorly sitting jeans, I would generally present myself as a robust types for everyone who just haven’t checked yet.
Meredith Monk as bait
I only think that (just like with most male privileges) I would give the matter a twist. If I had really not soaked up the insecurity in me that I have to weigh my environment in safety and not liked other people, at least not be considered, then I would dare to do completely different things.
At the top without, with a cake as a hat and a rooster on my shoulder, I would trot along the walk on an Arab stallion. On the back as a backpack, an active box from which Meredith Monk sounds, a vibrator between my thighs, a massage device at each other instead of shoes. So I would provocatively ride through the streets, sing along, preferably through a headset microphone that goes directly into the box, and then simply trust that the same attracts the same, LOL.
A future regime of wise old ladies
There are probably noteworthy women who entitled Drive through the city and put their noise on everyone? Also thought after this encounter: could we really do it, right?
Or simply: not!
Because: In this world, slowly but surely slipping into the global pathology, the good old polite reluctance and consideration of others become a good revolution. Which in turn finds very poetic.
In an interview, someone who was recently washed in to me, what do you think, what is what the world can save now, said: “Only the nationwide skill to regulate my own emotions independently. Very few and that’s why everything is as it is. “
The future may belong to the quietly smiling, old, wise women who do not stand out directly while walking, but they leave you at the cash register and pour their flowers in the garden.
Let’s Be One of Those, Rather.
Love,
Charly