Hate... so much hate

I had a revelation walking to school the other day, the snow had melted into dirty, wet, horrible slush, and I realised something; I hate everyone at “point B.”

And what is “point B” you may ask. It’s what I have to travel through to get to “point C,” from “point A.” (see fig.1)


And I loathe all the people at point B, it does not matter if I’m driving, walking or bicycling, I hate them all. When I’m driving I’ll hate you for crossing the street, stopping at an orange light, not starting fast enough after a red light, breaking to fast, driving to slow, smiling at me, not signalling and, God forbid, you push the button at the crosswalk when it wasn’t necessary. (see fig. 2) I will get out of the car and vomit in your mouth.


When I’m walking I can really hate the folks at B, the moment I realized that I hated all these people was when I was walking behind a woman walking a little to slow, just a little… So I have to walk faster than I want to because if not it takes me fifteen minuets to pass her. And thanks to the “wonderful” slush I can’t walk fast without looking like a maniac half running, half falling along the streets. (see fig. 3)


And last but not least, I hate both cars and people and other bicyclists, while I’m on my bike. And for some reason I have to go faster than the others on their bikes.
God I even hate me when I’m in point B.

Point B sucks!
(see fig. 4)