Recently we visited a
city that was made up, of what seemed to be hundreds of roundabouts, and very
few traffic lights. They ranged from the tiny to the enormous. All
seemed to work very well with the control of traffic rather than what I
am used to, with a city full of traffic lights and signs. My mind did
however, think that the Town Planners maps may have been spread on the
lunch tables of the road crews, and every coffee ring they placed on the
map, would become the new roundabout. Hence, so many of them!
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Anyhow,
contemplating on the advantages of them, I believe that they are a very
good idea. God knows, how many of us have been stuck at a red light
and there hasn't been a car in sight for what feels like a dragon flies
lifespan! But, we sit there and wait patiently, for what maybe the car
approaching from another state. When
you think about it, traffic lights are sort of like a fat controller, and we
as the drivers are told when we may proceed. On the other hand,
roundabouts appear to be designed that we have control but, must be
mindful of those who enter them.
This
brings my thoughts to relating these traffic controllers to our lives. Many
of us are controlled by a process that has been established over the
years, and it takes the thinking out of our actions to some extent. Yes,
with traffic lights we are taught to proceed with care. But for most of
us, and I know that I am one, once that traffic light goes green, I very
rarely look around to check for anyone else. Whereas on roundabouts, in a
worldly sense you must be mindful, and ever thinking, of what is going
on. Who is on them? Are they on your right? Do we proceed without
hurting anyone, or ourselves, in our traffic of life.
How
many of us are controlled by the thought processes that have been
handed down from generation to generation? How many of us can escape
those controllers, be free thinking, and caring for those around us. Many
discriminatory rationales have been embedded in our minds by our
predecessors, and quite often, we don't think if they are really our own
thoughts. Quite often we just sit there, and wait with the pack to
proceed, and not look around to see if we may hurt or harm someone. This in my mind is the Red light group! Whereas the roundabout
people learn to proceed with care, proceed with respect, proceed with
ever changing conditions of peak hour or minimal traffic. This group is
open to change. This group is willing to allow those around them,
access to the life roundabout, and not block them, but go with the flow.
These people still have free will. These people are ever learning.
These people are not governed by fat controllers, who dictate their minds
and their actions..
Therefore I think
as decent law abiding citizens of this world, we should encourage our
youth to proceed with care, proceed with compassion, proceed with love. Yes,
there will be minor accidents along the way but, if we teach our
children to consider others, to have confidence to
proceed and regulate the fat controllers, then I have no doubt they will navigate the road of life with ease. They will know that each
and every living vehicle on our roads, is worthy of entering that roundabout
called life. The traffic jams of life may be a thing of the past.
Therefore, I personally approve of roundabouts and keep putting those coffee rings on the maps of the world.
Until next time, I welcome you to join me on my roundabout called life.
Cheers !
Bitchescoz
Contact: luke65mcbride@gmail.com
Today I
am asking, 'Are some of the ridiculously dumb things we do inherent
because we are gay, because we are male, or are they not particularly
gender related and just plain silly?'
In
the advent of friends and relations dropping in this week due to a
family gathering for a celebration of a life well lived, my dear partner decided to
get out of the kitchen for a while. And, assume my position as vacuum
maid.
He was doing really well for
someone without the experience I possess. Despite the subtle hints of
'Did you move the couch?' 'Did you dust before you did the floor?'
'Don't bump our treasures on the stairs!' He had seemed to have
acquired my skills simply through observation, and I was impressed!
Especially impressed that he did not back chat me with my questions. Having
seen his mastering of such a riveting and very prestigious position in
the House of Lords, I was contemplating upping his rank to Domestic Welfare Minister.
This all took a very
sour turn for the worse! Again, I was so impressed that he passed me with the
dust canister to dispose of the sins of a few days grime to the
refuse. That he cleaned the filter - I had not even known he had
observed that skill ever! This is when I walked to the garden to see
my beloved, hosing the life out of my trusted steed named Hoover. Before
I could say 'What the?' he had immersed motor and all in a bucket, and was
cleaning madly to make it look brand spanking new. You see, I have
learned that yelling is of no consequence to a deaf man, and worse, when
he removes his cochlear when playing in water. However he has learned
the facial expressions of the Ice Queen, and immediately looked me in
the eye for a compliment of how great of a job he had done. He knows
that if he plays the innocent hand, he may win the trick.
So
after a few 'How could you? 'Why did you?' 'Whenever did you see me do?'
You figure as you throw trusted hoover in the bin, and you explain the
consequences of water and electricity, that sometimes
explanations and job descriptions should be initiated before you hand
the reins over.
Are these things avoidable? Are they a gay thing? Are they merely a male thing where we assume we know everything?
In
my venting to my best friend of today's occurrences, she reminded me of
my romantic night where I lit candles too close to an electrical cable.
She reminded me of the time when a cyclone was approaching with huge
force. She had said, 'Immerse some of your outside stuff that could
take flight into the pool.' I did of course, do what she had advised! But
did she explain to me what stuff? No!!!! She assumed I knew what went in
and what did not! Not once did she believe I would submerge the BBQ and my potted
plants. Of which, the BBQ and the plants died a death owing to it being a
salt water pool. Rust and a salt bath do not bring joy to foliage nor
wrought iron, nor I may add to my pool man's face when he rocks up on
his weekly visit to clean the pool.
No, I
don't believe it is just a gay or male thing. Come on fess up! We all
do silly things from time to time. It is not a male nor gay thing. It
is not a female thing. It is not a thing of children.
It
is that, we often take others for granted, that they have followed our lead.
It is that, often we don't ask the experienced of what to do next. It is
often that children do what their parents have done in the past and not
realized the times, nor the situation, that they were in at the time. For
example the child grows up, sets up house, invites the parents over for
dinner. The mother sees the child prepare the lamb roast. Having
watched the mother for years the new adult cuts the hock from the lamb
throws it out to the dog. The mother onlooking, says to the child, 'Why
did you cut off the hock and throw to the dog? It is the best meat.' The
child turns to the mother and says, 'I have watched you do that all my
life, so I did what you did.' The mother replied. 'I only did that because
my baking dish was to small to fit it all in!'
This
is where, none of us, do silly things because of a gender nor age. We
simply do it, because we lack the knowledge. We don't ask questions. We
assume too much. We don't open ourselves, to show others, that we need
support. We don't take time to explain fully to others that are
learning. Put simply, we need to communicate!
Therefore
we all must learn to communicate, offer help, accept constructive
advice, and return it with a thank-you, you saved my life.
Now we are off to the electrical store to purchase a water-proof vacuum cleaner.
Cheers!
Bitchescoz
Contact: luke65mcbride@gmail.com
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