Furtive bike love
My feet hurt (my left foot hurts more than my right foot) and I am pissed off. I am pissed off not only because my feet hurt. I have hardly been so pissed off before. My parents are leery about me cyclocommuting! In fact, they have explicitly forbidden it AGAIN! It's not even as if I have had any accidents. I point this out. 'But it's dangerous!' they chirp. This will be a long battle.
What's dangerous? Learning to walk is dangerous! Your precious baby could fall on his face and squash his malleable ickle nose! Or look, it's dangerous to go to school because you could get bullied, you could get trampled in the canteen, you could get a ball in the face at P.E. Oh, and it's dangerous to sit at home and eat and sleep, because then you have the 5 Cs after you: Cholesterol, Coronary heart disease... it's far more dangerous to drive than it is to ride a bicycle on Singapore's comparatively empty walkways. (Certainly it's more lethal.) And if you want danger you can go downstairs to where I live at 7 a.m. or 6 p.m. respectively, and stare all you want at the crowds of competent mums balancing two or more children (along with their shopping) on one bike on their merry way home.
If you want SAFE, you've already GOT it. All things considered, I'm a pretty safe daughter to have. I don't smoke weed, drink alcohol, ogle porn or stay out partying all night. In deference to my parents' wishes, I don't even go to sleepovers. On the other hand, cyclocommuting makes for healthy exercise and is practical to boot considering the skyscraper cost of transport these days, thanks to oil economics and other clever things. So for fuck's sake just let me on that bike.
Because I'll be on it anyway.
What's dangerous? Learning to walk is dangerous! Your precious baby could fall on his face and squash his malleable ickle nose! Or look, it's dangerous to go to school because you could get bullied, you could get trampled in the canteen, you could get a ball in the face at P.E. Oh, and it's dangerous to sit at home and eat and sleep, because then you have the 5 Cs after you: Cholesterol, Coronary heart disease... it's far more dangerous to drive than it is to ride a bicycle on Singapore's comparatively empty walkways. (Certainly it's more lethal.) And if you want danger you can go downstairs to where I live at 7 a.m. or 6 p.m. respectively, and stare all you want at the crowds of competent mums balancing two or more children (along with their shopping) on one bike on their merry way home.
If you want SAFE, you've already GOT it. All things considered, I'm a pretty safe daughter to have. I don't smoke weed, drink alcohol, ogle porn or stay out partying all night. In deference to my parents' wishes, I don't even go to sleepovers. On the other hand, cyclocommuting makes for healthy exercise and is practical to boot considering the skyscraper cost of transport these days, thanks to oil economics and other clever things. So for fuck's sake just let me on that bike.
Because I'll be on it anyway.
posted by the zen thing at 11:02 pm
1 Comments:
Omg Zen. Did you do something since I left, or are you having a split personality moment? XD I'm kidding, of course. But I get the feeling we're all talking a lot less like students these days.
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