nidifugous (adj). (of birds) leaving the nest shortly after hatching

August 3, 2009

Good evening/morning/afternoon! I see you are here, once again, for another dose of Maggie’s musings.

I always find that I’m on a high when I walk out of my International Relations lectures on Monday afternoons (even though it’s only my second lecture into the semester).  I think it has something to do with the fact that it’s the last lecture of a 9am-start day.  It feels so good just to get through the day.

After the said lecture, I went to find The Economist in the library; turns out that it has an online access function, which made me happy! :D  I now have a subscription to The Economist for the rest of the semester! (Thankyou Mr. Bond for that hearty suggestion).  I really hope that I’ll be able to, you know, read it all and process it and not think it tedious like my IR readings.  Speaking of which: I get Realism and Neo-Realism now. Sweeeet!

I love old people; old couples especially.  I see them as a symbol of wisdom and time and all things great that come with being old.  I love it when old people come into the store asking for quirky kitchen tools/utensils and shares some of their stories with me.  It’s even better when I see an old couple who still goes shopping together, hand in hand; my heart melts for them, even more than when it melts for Moulin Rouge.  Point is, I respect old people and hold them in high regard.

Now, I’m aware sometimes, old people like to exploit their privileges that come with age.  Take for instance the ‘Senior’s Card’ which enables old people/seniors to have some things discounted (the store gives them 5-10% off, depending on how much they spend).  There is also the much debated Pension, being part of a massive cohort in the Australian population and many other benefits that come with being old.  You get to share your thoughts/opinions irregardless of how contentious it is and get away with it because you are old.  You can snoot and snob all you want because you are old.  However, it is crucial that when a senior decides to take on this course of action, it is only targeted to a group of people- NOT an individual.  Otherwise, it’s not fair and it really is an abuse of old age privileges.  I believe this to be so mainly because I think they’ve already have the upper-hand with all the aforementioned privileges, and to have their opinions asserted at a single individual would be a misuse of privileges.  Like today’s encounter into an old-er lady.

She was probably in her late 40s and she was walking out of Central station whilst I was walking in.  I was engaged in a conversation with Ivy and was texting Darren at the same time.  I was walking at an average pace, and kept looking up so as I WON’T walk into anyone.  When I saw the said old lady in my peripheral, I had slowed down to a stop so I wouldn’t walk into her (I didn’t take a detour because I knew I was ill-equipped to; I already had two things I was attempting to do simultaneously).  I thought I had, you know, been quite clever to stop to avert this possible collision course.  Ivy also came to a stop with me because that’s what you do when the person you are talking to stops- so you can continue your conversation.  I thought it would be best to start walking again when the old lady had walked passed me.  The instant she had taken the step past me, I continued my stride to the station.

So you can imagine my shock/horror when I get a “Watch where you’re going!” from the old lady that I had taken much consideration into avoiding any collision/confrontation with.  She even had to lean a tad back to tell me to watch where I was walking, which would be evident in the fact that she has already surpassed me in her stride to wherever she was headed off too.  I found it incredibly rude of her to misuse her old-age privileges when I had so considerately stopped for her sake.  Boo@you old lady who had blue eye-liner and too-orange-of-a-blush for your face (Yes, she leaned back and shoved her face so close to my face that I noticed the extravagance that was her make-up): May you have a better day tomorrow.

I find that train ride homes with people-you-know-but-don’t-actually-know-because-you-don’t-hang-with-them-and-only-know-them-through-association-and-or-Facebook are awesome train rides.  You really do get to learn more about people you hardly know through these hour-long train rides.  Hooray@socialising on the train!  The thing that is crap about this is, of course, you may never know when/where you’ll see them again (maybe I should go Facebook them).

Readings to do now. WOO!


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