Dear Guilt,
I am an extreme idealist, I don't understand your nature. There was remorse. You seized me. I was in guilt today and I was, was driving my moped, going back home, when I came by a narrow bridge. It was sufficiently wide considering it could fit only two rickshaws barely at the same time.
Traffic rules are something that I abide heartily. When someone is walking on a zebra crossing and it so happens that one goes over them, then he/she is responsible for it. When someone is walking on the road (not on the crossing, I repeat), it so happens that one goes over them or scratch them or tackle them down with all or little momentum there is, it's the pedestrian's mistake. The latter happened.
These three college going boys (instinct says that) were laughing out loud and walking on the road, covering half of it, taking their time in the world. There was a car covering the other half of the road and a few bikes behind it. I was in a hurry, had to pee very badly and brushed one of the boys in such a manner that my rear-view mirror bumped into him and the aluminium footrest grazed his leg. He was not hurt (I saw) but only taken aback. He and his friends mouthed abuses and I felt scared that he was so weak. I regretted the lack of justice. I did not wish to be on the losing end of the stick but I pitied how he could do nothing to me, only stand there, dram of all awful things happen to me.
As I was on my way from there, you were there, Guilt, with me and it was comforting. When I was back home, I went to pee. Later I went to my German lecture, still had you with me. All the time till it was 3:40 pm you were there with me, I apologised to him many times. I like boxing and love to hit people ( not that I am a barbarian ) I just like it, that's it. When I got my first break and washed my face in the wash room, wished he was not hurt. I wondered what would have happened if I had stopped, apologised and told them to walk at the side of the road.
In the next 5 minutes, I was walking, my head up, distracted, dreaming. I bumped into a girl with 'lockige haare' ( German for curly hair ), whom I had seen last to last week when she had to anounce something.
My heart said THUMP.
And then you were gone.
Where?
Yours,
Man-In-Search
I am an extreme idealist, I don't understand your nature. There was remorse. You seized me. I was in guilt today and I was, was driving my moped, going back home, when I came by a narrow bridge. It was sufficiently wide considering it could fit only two rickshaws barely at the same time.
Traffic rules are something that I abide heartily. When someone is walking on a zebra crossing and it so happens that one goes over them, then he/she is responsible for it. When someone is walking on the road (not on the crossing, I repeat), it so happens that one goes over them or scratch them or tackle them down with all or little momentum there is, it's the pedestrian's mistake. The latter happened.
These three college going boys (instinct says that) were laughing out loud and walking on the road, covering half of it, taking their time in the world. There was a car covering the other half of the road and a few bikes behind it. I was in a hurry, had to pee very badly and brushed one of the boys in such a manner that my rear-view mirror bumped into him and the aluminium footrest grazed his leg. He was not hurt (I saw) but only taken aback. He and his friends mouthed abuses and I felt scared that he was so weak. I regretted the lack of justice. I did not wish to be on the losing end of the stick but I pitied how he could do nothing to me, only stand there, dram of all awful things happen to me.
As I was on my way from there, you were there, Guilt, with me and it was comforting. When I was back home, I went to pee. Later I went to my German lecture, still had you with me. All the time till it was 3:40 pm you were there with me, I apologised to him many times. I like boxing and love to hit people ( not that I am a barbarian ) I just like it, that's it. When I got my first break and washed my face in the wash room, wished he was not hurt. I wondered what would have happened if I had stopped, apologised and told them to walk at the side of the road.
In the next 5 minutes, I was walking, my head up, distracted, dreaming. I bumped into a girl with 'lockige haare' ( German for curly hair ), whom I had seen last to last week when she had to anounce something.
My heart said THUMP.
And then you were gone.
Where?
Yours,
Man-In-Search
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