Street walker

11 thoughts on “Street walker”

  1. A long time ago, there was a woman that used to walk past the house I lived in at the time just like that – straight down the middle of the road. Although it was one of those roads without sidewalks (just a strip of gravel on either side), I never walked on it like she did because it had a fairly high amount of traffic. I had begun to think there was something wrong with her too, until I happened to meet her at the checkout of a nearby 7-11.

    She turned out to be quite normal, and very nice even. When I asked shes walked down the road like that, she told me that it was a habit she developed from living in a bad area, with unchained dogs (and dog owners that seemed even more dangerous) on both sides of the street. Just goes to show that you can’t reliably guess what’s behind another person’s actions! 😀

    1. Until you mentioned it, I’d forgotten that as a kid I was taught to walk in the street rather than too close to shrubbery, dark areas, etc., that might hide a mugger (or worse). I suppose the woman here might be like the one you talked to, although this is a nice neighborhood with no muggers, no security concerns, and no loose dogs that I’ve seen. I have passed a few yards where I was glad the dogs were securely fenced. (I also passed one with a big Beware of Dog sign on the fence, only to hear a tiny little yap from the other side!)

      1. It’s those darned “ankle-biters” that I fear the most PT! 😯

        Not really, but they do seem to have the worst attitudes of all dogs! 😆

      2. Haha! Speaking of men and the Napoleon complex, have you ever noticed how so many of the biggest “stars” were all short guys? I have a pet theory that having a small stature drives some men to the performance arts, just as having a funny name drives some men to contact sports! 😆

  2. I still haven’t worked out what happens if a man is short and has a funny name too. I know it’s common for “Hollywood” types to change their names, but that combination has to have had an effect on a man’s psyche long before he gets to that point. Which leaves me wondering if James “Francis” Cagney, Jr. and Edward G. Robinson (aka Emanuel Goldenberg) were literally “born” for the “tough guy” rolls they were so famous for?!?! 🙄

  3. Mollie and I go to the YMCA 5 times a week and we both walk on the air conditioned track at least part of the time. At least once a week I see a very black man also walking on the track. He is a medium man. Medium height and weight. His hair is minstrel curly. Really, it is shooting in all directions, almost in little pigtails. He is not athletic, his stroll listless, his dress inappropriate, street attire, half boots partially laced, shirttails out, but oddly clean. His pace is listless and he occasionally stops dead in one of the four lanes to stare at one of the ubiquitous television monitors. This behavior is inconsiderate to the other walkers, but nobody complains – it would be politically incorrect I suppose. He is oblivious to the others. Who is he? Why is he here? Obviously not for exercise – if he is, he’s getting cheated. I guess it’s something to do. He seems to be in a routine without a purpose. I can’t comprehend it because my whole life has been goal-driven. Maybe we both have ruts and mine is simply different.

    The Y has a contract, I discovered, with a local “mental health” center. If life has no purpose, can one be supplied?

    1. “Something to do” is a goal in itself for many people. And if he even gets out of his room, that’s exercise of a sort. It does become a sticky wicket if he’s inconveniencing others at the gym, however.

      A psychologist once told me that he stopped encouraging all his patients to set and pursue goals when he realized not everyone is goal-driven. Goal-setting alone was not a longterm survival skill for some people; what would they do once the goal had been achieved? I wish I could ask him now what a goal-driven person, adrift without goals, is supposed to do.

... and that's my two cents