A funny state of being.

I was watching Tv at work earlier today when a person with weight issues was described as being "morbidly obese".

This amused me alot. And it wasn't because this person is having problems with their weight, as funny as that can sometimes be, but because they had reached such a new level of fatness that the simple term "obese" was no longer accurate enough to describe them.

It's like seeing an ugly person and thinking "wow, they're ugly" then five minutes later seeing someone who looks even worse and thinking "wow, they're incredibly ugly".

The thought of people crossing some kind of imaginary barrier whereby simple terms are no longer sufficient in describing them appeals to the inappropriately funny side of me, and I will always do an extra chuckle to myself when I hear someone described as morbidly obese, terribly ugly or disgustingly smelly.

Street Racer

Whenever I'm walking around the city and I see someone near me walking fast I automatically look out for a landmark about 10 metres ahead, be it a post office box or street sign, and then race them their.

I basically always win, due to my own power walking skills, and perhaps due to them not being aware we're racing, but nevertheless, it got me thinking about something.

Maybe people in the city aren't really in that much of a hurry when they're walking the streets. Perhaps there's just 1 person in a hurry, then a thousand other bored and immature people like myself racing each other.

There could just be a giant domino effect happening, whereby one persons competitive streak takes exception to somebody else walking fast, so he races that person, then somebody else sees that person walking fast so they then decide to speed up and start a race..... and so the pattern begins.

Next thing you know, 500 people are power walking through the city for no reason at all.

Perhaps all the lawyers, accountants, business executives and other suits storming around don't actually have that much important work to do, infact, they're so bored and underworked they have time to waste by secretly challenging people they don't to street walking races.

Next time I'm on my lunch break and I see someone fly by me I'm going to let them go.
If my theory's correct it's just going to take one person not getting caught up in the personal race game for the chain to break and the whole vibe around the city to mellow out a little.
And once it does, well you can thank yours truely!