Mood-o-meter: booooorrred

I hate it when women wear shoes that are obviously too small for them. And I mean OBVIOUS, like when their toes are hanging off the front deck. Ick! That's just unattractive, don't you think? Isn't human behavior sometimes just so intriguing?
Every day I think of things to blog. Nearly every day. And then when I get to work it's gone. Evaporated from my mind. I guess I should jot these thoughts down, because I remember that they're good. I just can't remember the thought itself. I could even just take a few quick notes, like only key words that would bring it all back to me as soon as I sit in front of the computer.

I walked to work today. It was strange. As soon as I arrived at Powell Street, it was as if a miniature stampede of other pedestrians on their way to work had appeared. This never happens. So as soon as I crossed the street, I felt as if I were in a race. There were petite girls on either side of me, gaining on my speed. They were inching up, like horses trying to take first place in the race. The worst part is that I picked up MY speed. I fed into it. Why is it that when we feel like someone is trying to catch up to us or “beat” us, we have to play along and show them up? I noticed this happens while driving, as well. If a car is speeding up to your vehicle, there’s an innate urge to pick up another 10 miles per hour and race ahead. Am I crazy?
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