I’m a pedestrian. I walk almost everywhere as long as my feet still could walk. So far, it never is a big deal to me. As long as I had my mp3 with me, as long as I could listen to music while walking, I could walk to Neverland if it’s even possible, I guess.
Again, I say, it never is a problem to me.
But one annoying thing as a pedestrian most of the time if how people react when they found out how far I walk.
I mean, some places are indeed, far, so it makes sense when they got shocked after they knew I could walk that far. Yet sometimes, the place is not even really that far. It took only about 15 – 20 minutes walking to some other places, yet people still starring at me like I’m an alien or something with superhuman feet who could walk tirelessly.
They would usually stare at me without blinking and then said something like,
“SERIOUSLY? YOU WALKED??”
And when I answered, “Well, yea. It’s only about 20 minutes, you know…”
“Wow. That’s really far.”
For Christ’s sake, there are other reasons God created those feet other than to hit the brakes and gas, you know.
So I kinda bragging, so what.
I mean, I never am really proud of doing the walking thingy, it’s nothing at all, but to see how people’s reaction, sometimes I can’t help but feeling proud (even if it is for nothing) being a pedestrian.
Yea, I’m bragging.
Another that’s been really pissing me off lately is the vehicles here.
An American friends once told me something like this, “One of the culture shock that I’ve had here is when cars and motorcycles don’t seem to have any respect at all for pedestrians. In my country, they respect people who walk, by slowing down their vehicles, but here… They just don’t care.”
I never quite understand what she meant until now.
I HATE crossing the road. I always do. Yes, “HATE” with capital letters.
You never knew if there’s a car destined to take your life right there, at that moment, when you’re supposed to cross the road. And I always think of the possibility getting hit by a bus or a truck.
Not that I’m wishing for it, really. It’s just a possibility.
I just saw a car crash this morning, on my way to Excelso.
Well, anyway, now I really am experiencing the exact same feeling my friend used to feel back then.
Every time I’m about to cross the road, I ALWAYS have to wait for several minutes before I finally got my chance to cross it. Sometimes, I try to “give” signals by taking one step further than I’m supposed to, to show that I intend to cross the road. Or sometimes I’d wave my hand (not exactly “waving,” I suppose. I don’t really have the exact term for this one in English)–well, the point is, I’d make a hand signal showing that “Hey, this lady is about to cross the street, people! Have some compassion, would you?!?”
But I always appear to be invisible to them.
And mind this, I never cross outside the zebra cross unless it’s really necessary.
Still, I’m invisible to them.
They’d just drive through, as if I’m nothing but a dust, making me taking another step backward in order to survive and live for another day.
Sometimes I think one of them would crash my feet one day, you know, considering their ignorance. They would probably see pedestrians like me, trying to cross the street and say to their friends on the seat next to them,
“Oh, look, that guy’s about to cross the street, huh? Let’s show him who rules here.” And BAM! Bye-bye fingers.
Well, knock on wood to that.
A couple days ago, I did a massive walking, and I end up hurting my feet, exhausted and upset due to the traffic. So I did something that I really won’t recommend to anyone.
Keeping in mind how I hate those vehicles, I’d take further steps ahead on the zebra cross, literally crossing the street halfway, ignoring the ignorant vehicles (partially considering the possibility of me getting crushed right there at that moment as well), and THANK GOD (seriously, don’t try this anywhere!), they don’t have any other choice but to stay out of my way and slow down.
I promise I won’t do that ever again.
At that time, doing that careless thing, seems like both of us (me and the drivers of those vehicles) wanna scream to each other, “GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY OR YOU’LL PAY FOR IT!”
At least that’s what I had in mind, upset, tired, and hurt.
I’m grateful, though, that none of us really pay for anything. All of us are still safe and sound, normal and sane.