Thursday, August 8, 2019

i had a fight with a man on spider bridge. we had just come from a lovely wavy swim and mister was following me pushing his cherriot when a skinny wizened critter in a racing speedo on a racing bike casually says your dog should be on a leash. sounds casual right? i could have just ignored him, i could have flipped him the american eagle, i could have what. he expected to just lob his gob of hate and proceed on his righteous path, but i unleashed my visceral inner self that has long felt oppressed by such haters. it got really loud and i cited the rule of dismounting for pedestrians, even though i ride on sidewalks and bridges and tunnels all the time. it really had nothing to do with what is right or respectful or law. he was an aggressive hateful s.o.b. that was out for trouble. and he was dressed just like the fuck who hit mister years ago that i also almost pummeled, and who also cited the law, while disregarding common respect and threatening pedestrians and dogs alike, and if mister had been on leash might have been mangled in his racing machine. 
at one point, actually two, i said just ride on, motherfucker, and don't ever speak to me again whereopon  we went down opposite ramps and he came  came around again to open his craw and reiterate. at that point i really lost it. he said i should get back on my meds. i said oh is that your secret? well you are still a hateful fuck and you need to mind your own hateful business.
i told the story when i got back and the reply was that it goes back to dad. and he was a capricious power and control thug, but now when i think of how he would deal with such assholes, he would have done something very like me. he would have a kind of hubris about himself, where i have more shy humility, but when i'm fucked with while doing my thing and harming no one, i have his ferocity to repulse such sanctimonious haters. it happens without any possibility of restraint i think. these are the kinds of incidents that accumulate into hate if they are passively absorbed, and while i get badly shaken, i know at that moment i was doing only good, and in the ensuing moments i was repulsing hate.

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