The world is made up of many types of people. While I have never been too interested in race, creed, ethnicity and such, there are certain people who I remain curious about.
People who get on a treadmill and keep going. Going, going, going. Not going anywhere. Personally I find it impossible to even do a full circle. When I walk, I need to be going somewhere. When I run, there had better be a mad dog chasing me. So, who are these people who huff and puff and sweat and keep going on that strip of a stretch and what do they find at the end of that rainbow that motivates them so?
Mind you – that’s no criticism of those who want to be fit. In fact I whole heartedly support those in pursuit of good health. As long as the pursuit involves going somewhere other than a odiferous gym shower.
Speeding down the highway at 120 kmph, almost 20kmph over the speed limit, I often brake to wonder who are these people, driving exactly 5 cm away from the back of my car? Hoping some form of mental-kinetic energy will swoosh my car into the next lane. Persistently tick tocking away their lights at me, slowing themselves down, refusing to move into the next lane – even after noticing that the only change I will make to my life is an evil smile and a foot on the brake.
I wonder who are these people, that expect charm will disguise mediocrity and a liberal use of the word ‘team-work’ will disguise laziness.
And who are these people who will spend good money to buy disposable fingernails but will only read a book if it can be downloaded?
Who are these people, I wonder, who replaced networking with gossip and friendship with ‘user-friendly’
And I am sure there are lots of people out there who wonder, who are these people who would rather have pets instead of friends and read a book instead of going to a party.