Walking in the center of the sidewalk
Sitting in the aisle seat of a crowded tram
Standing in doorways
Shouting outside my window
Cutting in line
You are a face asking to be slapped,
stomach asking to be punched,
eyes to be poked out.Or maybe that's too much violence, I don't know. I have so much anger, and like my other feelings it is cumulative. This one is to do with unawareness of others and I know that, but it feels so deliberate, it feels like "I know you're there but I can't be bothered to be courteous" and so wanting to call attention to my existence seems hopeless, because a blindered horse is not helped by being startled, and the fact that these blinders are self-imposed means nothing. So I curl my fingernails into my palms, spare the rod, and wish instead that you will be ignored, utterly ignored as you're ignoring me, but that it will be something that counts. Yes, you there hugging the ticket punch so that nobody can use it, you with your dirty look when I ask you to step aside so I can stamp my ticket: I am ready to hope your heart gets horribly broken if it will teach you a little empathy. Failing that, I will hope the door closes on your fingers if it will teach you the courtesy of holding it open for others.