(Quick follow-up to yesterday’s blog on Toontown Rewritten first. Game is so popular there are no openings on the schedule a time for play list — and those times go out an entire week. Because of that I put myself in the PlayLine to wait for a spot to open up. Monday morning the wait was 62 hours, but by the time I got home it was 67 hours. The PlayLine just doesn’t seem to like me.)
One of the greatest errors we tend to make in our lives is to assume that everything is about us. We see something happen, and instantly try to make it relate to us. Someone does something, and it is all about us. The truth, usually, is that the person probably wasn’t thinking about us at all, which is actually quite a freeing thing, as G.K. Chesterton notes in Orthodoxy. After all, it is the insane person who has no freedom from the tyranny of all events around him being about him.
I say this to bring up an unusual event that seems to occur 2-3 times a week. I go to the community center to work out or swim, and then afterwards, I go across the street to wait for the bus to take me to work. While I wait I stretch my legs. Being on a busy street, many vehicles drive by. Usually 2-3 times a week, one of the people driving by yells something from their vehicle, which has the passenger window down, as they are going by my intersection.
The first couple of times I jumped to see what it was. After that for several times I just tended to ignore it, assuming someone was talking or doing something in their car, maybe talking on the phone, and I just happened to be hearing it when they went by. Nothing to do with me. I did begin to realize that it was the same type of vehicle, a dark blue sport type vehicle (I am not one to identify makes and models of cars).
I was never able to understand what was being said. But it always had a very strong sense to it, almost a swearing tone. It sounded like a four-letter word, except I couldn’t exactly hear the word.
One morning last week when it happened I was stretching and another lady was sitting on the bench nearby reading while waiting for the bus. So I made idle comment about it, since she had looked up when she heard the yell. I told her it seemed to happen a few times a week, and I had no idea what was going on.
So by that point I had convinced myself it was just some random thing and had nothing to do with me.
But it occurred yesterday//Tuesday. I was out at the bus stop stretching, waiting for the bus in a total downpour of rain. The guy came driving by in a total downpour of rain, and was yelling something to someone with his passenger window all the way down.
Who would drive with their window all the way down in the rain? It feels more likely that he was having it down for a specific event — yelling at my corner. But it does raise the question why?
So, what do people think: is it a random event and I am there, or do you think this is something someone is specifically aiming at me?
At The Rainbow 