Into Speeding Cars
Friday, March 09, 2007
Into Speeding Cars
And when you said that we were going to a "Very dark bus stop", I wasn't sure of what to expect when we step off the platforms of the bus. But there it was before us, the infamous "Very dark bus stop" right next to a busy road. And as true as the name suggests, it was indeed a very dark bus stop.
The smell of exhaust invaded my nostrils like the smell from a bakery would, only much worse. Only the worst and the best scents get registered, and that was how it was like for me, taking in the unwanted gas from the bus and then seeing it rumbling down around the corner. It was an empty bus stop in the middle of nowhere, and it was probably only second to the creepiest bus stop I have ever been to.
The scariest being the bus stop after my Secondary School's 100 bus stop, with the thick bushes and trees behind in the middle of nowhere, and beyond those bushes were tombstones nearly a hundred years old. Some of them poked through the branches and the leaves and peeked at the civilization that the owner once belonged, only to be received with the back view of a lot of unwilling occupants of that stop.
But anyway, today's stop was nothing like that. In fact, beyond the hedges was a bunch of condominium of sorts, and there were cars everywhere so the possibility of being robbed, raped, killed or worse dropped significantly. But with the foreign workers constantly riding by on their bicycles, I wondered if it was true when Corinna said that she goes to that stop very often while going home from town. Take another route babe, it's not safe.
We could barely hear each other over the overwhelming sound of the cars, the sound of the tires against the tarmac road, and not to mention the sound of the engines roaring by was both unnecessary and annoying. With Corinna refusing to sit on the bench because of the possibility of ants, it was made much worse. But thanks to the foreign workers that threatened the welfare of her toes with their reckless bicycle riding skills, Corinna was eventually convinced to sit down, risking the legs of the ants.
But it was exactly the sound of the cars that probably conjured the idea in Corinna's head. The thought of screaming into the speeding cars was something out of the blues I'm sure, and right there and then she probably didn't think too much about it. Forget about rationality and forget about reason, because if it was 'fun' that we were looking for, then we needed neither.
So on the count of three, with the coast clear with no more foreign workers around, we screamed into the bustling road with all the cars, speeding down the highway with their headlights blinding our visions. We screamed until we had no breath left, and I screamed until my throat started to feel a slight tingle of pain. But that felt good, the way we screamed and yet, never knowing why we did it or what for.
It didn't matter if we felt stupid afterwards, or maybe it was just me feeling that way. It didn't matter if the passing drivers suspected of a potential case of rape in the deep shadows of the trees. What mattered was that I felt good after that, and that no cars were damaged in the process of our sudden outburst. It wasn't all about 'fun' for me then, the way she must have or might have been wanting. I guess I haven't screamed for no reasons at all for a long time, and it felt good to do so with somebody you hold so dear.
It felt good, because as if the troublesome thoughts were tangible objects, I thought they were escape the exit of my mouth and into the coming traffic. I imagined them crashing into the windscreen of the oncoming vehicles and dissipating into a million tiny pieces of glass. Maybe they did, those troublesome thoughts did escape from my mind and out into the way of the speeding cars, somehow.
Nonetheless, whether it did or not, I'm thankful for tonight with you dear bitch. Thanks for flaring over that issue we talked over during dinner which you NEVER TOLD ME before tonight. Thanks for the advice, because it's true. I have been trying to be a superhero. Maybe it is about time I retire, and safe keep my red cape. You think?
*
The Book of Answers said "Yes". It said "Yes". Please make it come true.
And when you said that we were going to a "Very dark bus stop", I wasn't sure of what to expect when we step off the platforms of the bus. But there it was before us, the infamous "Very dark bus stop" right next to a busy road. And as true as the name suggests, it was indeed a very dark bus stop.
The smell of exhaust invaded my nostrils like the smell from a bakery would, only much worse. Only the worst and the best scents get registered, and that was how it was like for me, taking in the unwanted gas from the bus and then seeing it rumbling down around the corner. It was an empty bus stop in the middle of nowhere, and it was probably only second to the creepiest bus stop I have ever been to.
The scariest being the bus stop after my Secondary School's 100 bus stop, with the thick bushes and trees behind in the middle of nowhere, and beyond those bushes were tombstones nearly a hundred years old. Some of them poked through the branches and the leaves and peeked at the civilization that the owner once belonged, only to be received with the back view of a lot of unwilling occupants of that stop.
But anyway, today's stop was nothing like that. In fact, beyond the hedges was a bunch of condominium of sorts, and there were cars everywhere so the possibility of being robbed, raped, killed or worse dropped significantly. But with the foreign workers constantly riding by on their bicycles, I wondered if it was true when Corinna said that she goes to that stop very often while going home from town. Take another route babe, it's not safe.
We could barely hear each other over the overwhelming sound of the cars, the sound of the tires against the tarmac road, and not to mention the sound of the engines roaring by was both unnecessary and annoying. With Corinna refusing to sit on the bench because of the possibility of ants, it was made much worse. But thanks to the foreign workers that threatened the welfare of her toes with their reckless bicycle riding skills, Corinna was eventually convinced to sit down, risking the legs of the ants.
But it was exactly the sound of the cars that probably conjured the idea in Corinna's head. The thought of screaming into the speeding cars was something out of the blues I'm sure, and right there and then she probably didn't think too much about it. Forget about rationality and forget about reason, because if it was 'fun' that we were looking for, then we needed neither.
So on the count of three, with the coast clear with no more foreign workers around, we screamed into the bustling road with all the cars, speeding down the highway with their headlights blinding our visions. We screamed until we had no breath left, and I screamed until my throat started to feel a slight tingle of pain. But that felt good, the way we screamed and yet, never knowing why we did it or what for.
It didn't matter if we felt stupid afterwards, or maybe it was just me feeling that way. It didn't matter if the passing drivers suspected of a potential case of rape in the deep shadows of the trees. What mattered was that I felt good after that, and that no cars were damaged in the process of our sudden outburst. It wasn't all about 'fun' for me then, the way she must have or might have been wanting. I guess I haven't screamed for no reasons at all for a long time, and it felt good to do so with somebody you hold so dear.
It felt good, because as if the troublesome thoughts were tangible objects, I thought they were escape the exit of my mouth and into the coming traffic. I imagined them crashing into the windscreen of the oncoming vehicles and dissipating into a million tiny pieces of glass. Maybe they did, those troublesome thoughts did escape from my mind and out into the way of the speeding cars, somehow.
Nonetheless, whether it did or not, I'm thankful for tonight with you dear bitch. Thanks for flaring over that issue we talked over during dinner which you NEVER TOLD ME before tonight. Thanks for the advice, because it's true. I have been trying to be a superhero. Maybe it is about time I retire, and safe keep my red cape. You think?
*
The Book of Answers said "Yes". It said "Yes". Please make it come true.
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