I am so angry at the Jordanian system of driving. I can't understand why everyone has to dare by driving recklessly fast and dash all about without any regard for traffic rules. No one likes it, but why does everyone permit it?
Instead of daring death by passing by an illegally parked car that was half on the sidewalk, I chose the narrow route. To squeeze by, the decorative gate door with sharp protruding objects ripped apart my brand new athletic ear plugs that I just bought in the States. The country is telling me that nothing new and safe can exist here. My source of pleasure while exercising is gone. I've had too much of this that I just have to vent.
Why don't people innately care about the lives of others? They seem to get joy out of driving fast and swerving around you instead of respecting the sanctity of one's life. I don't see how anyone can sleep at night knowing they caused someone great fear that their life could be taken away. Frustratingly, this happens thousands of times a day.
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Your post reminded me of the horrific, avertable train crash in Spain, the recent plane crashes in the US, et al., all attributed to human carelessness. There seems to be a universal selfishness that not only ignores the survival needs of others (food, water, housing,) but also fails to consider how each of us can be immediately responsible for the injury or death of people to whom we come close.
ReplyDeleteI don't get it, Roberta. I was raised much differently.
DeleteI'm sorry about your ear plugs but I do hope that you weren't hurt at all.
ReplyDeleteThe ear plugs were a symbol of something new and enjoyable lost. In the big and little scheme of things, they are irrelevant, but thanks.
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