Written Tuesday June 10




Okay.. So. I've not been doing so great recently but I've been doing things to keep positive and it has worked. A bit. One of those things was to get my bicycle from my mother's place and start riding it more often. And I've been doing so, which has improved my mood some (yay!).

Tonight, as another method of improving my mood, I decided to go play a card game that one of the local game stores hosts on Mondays. That worked well enough, but on the way back, about two blocks from my house, some assholes decided that throwing eggs at people from a moving vehicle was a good idea.

So there I was, minding my own business when a silver sports car drives past and I am hit by something that's wet just before they turn a corner. My first thoughts were that these people were assholes, but I could deal with a cold beverage being thrown at me (I didn't consider that someone would throw an egg at me for some reason, so I thought that they threw a drink at me instead). Anyway, I'm riding along and I'm kinda angry about the situation and I make the penultimate turn before I got to my house. And at the corner ahead, I see the car pull up, stop and turn, going the direction I was headed.

I suddenly get a bit pissed off and decide that I want to hurt someone. so I accelerate to follow and lucky me, they turn onto my street and I take the turn, gaining speed every moment. I get about two car-lengths behind them when they take a right (had passed my apartment already), so I follow them some more and close the distance until they take a left. Just before they turned however, I noticed that they dropped some items out the windows of the vehicle. I didn't catch the first one, but the second was an egg carton and I became yet more angry at them

In the last two days, I've rode about 11.5 miles (18.5 km) and I haven't rested my legs. So needless to say, I was a bit tired anyway. Add to that that I haven't been physically active in years and you'll see that I wasn't going to be able to keep this pace up for long.

I did manage to get about half a car-length away before I started to realize that I wouldn't be able to out-pace the vehicle, however much I was gaining on them. A quick decision was made and I took a deep breath, channeling the rage that was allowed to build up since the last time I had released it and I shouted explosively; "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ABOUT?"

I guess I scared them or something, because they immediately hit the gas pedal and didn't stop for the speed bump later on in the road (these particular speed bumps crest at about a foot off the ground, essentially a big mound of blacktop). I of course didn't even try follow them, but was instead trying to remember the license plate number of the vehicle. All I remembered was the first three digits. ECE ??? I think that the fourth and sixth were 2, but I can't be sure.

Anyway, after having cleaned myself and calmed down, I figured I'd share this story with people, wondering the whole time why the hell people think it's fun to cause misfortune to others...