RDP SUNDAY: CONCRETE
I have a firm rule. I don’t look at anyone’s Facebook wall on my way to or from work because if I have to see pictures of birds or flowers or golden sunset I will vomit.
And why is that?
Because THIS is what my world looks like when I look outside my window:
- I see things like these people are beating the bushes along the railroad tracks with their phones because on this day they were hoping to get pictures of body parts thrown to the side of the tracks when someone was killed by a train,
- Before you wonder, there was at least a dozen people that I could see- my camera only grabbed these five.
For the most part my entire commute looks like this. Gritty, gray and gross and I can’t ‘magic think’ myself out of it. In fact, I see it when I close my eyes just before I fall asleep at night.
The reality is, sometimes my world is not always full of busted up concrete, broken bodies, piles of trash, tents or cars or RV’s that homeless people live in or pools of fetid water- sometimes –
someone tries to brighten up the view and I give those people a big gold star for their effort.
I gave up on trying to happy snap my way on Facebook into that world- it’s not for me.