The kid's thinking
Who am I in this picture?
I'm the kid scratching his ballz like we (boys) all do at that age.
Because we don't know what they're for, and they just feel weird.
The guy in orange is my brother.
I have no clue how old we were.
I was probably four.
I remember that when I was that age, I thought silly things.
Like, that people really got killed in the movies, and that they were probably convicts deserving it whom were given a chance at acting instead of dying unfamous in an elecric chair.
I thought something horrible happened when you sneezed, because you always close your eyes.
A natural reflex to not see whatever abonimation appeared in a flash.
And I thought midnight was a pretty late hour to go to bed, and only criminals dared to go to bed so late.
I also started believing in the Santa Claus for a year, because my uncle came disguised at one, and started pulling magic tricks and vanished.
I thought. 'wow, this is real magic, it has to bo real!'
Next year, my uncle was less magic, and I caught the santa Claus in the bathroom changing into my uncle. That was it for me. (I was five.)
Five minutes earlier, Santa farted, so I started to suspect something.
My bro once had fallen into a weird trip.
He had put underwear (you know, the white ones that look so standard, and that get saggy if you're an elder wearing them? Those with the slit you pull your thing out of to pee.)
Anyway, he had put fourteen on top of each other, and believe me, it is as hard as a cast.
The laugh we had.
So I thought...why aren't guys constantly wearing as many? It's the best defence against hits in the groin. After 20 minutes of that, I understood why guys were not wearing them constantly.
This is also the age I started discovering stuff.
I tested pissing while running.
Funny, it takes a lot of will power to start running and ignore the fact that you shouldn't run while pissing.
Yo, by the way, I don't watch the bus schedule for my boss no longer.
It's all lies anyway. I just feel like taking a marker and writing a big fat 'LIES' on it.
When the bus comes at the right time, it's just a coincidence. Out of twenty times, you're bound to get the right time if you're supposed to be there every 6 minutes.
AND, I also don't like the fact that they're cock blocking everything possible to be done in the metro.
The latest example is the fine they now give you for holding the door. Up to 500$.
I used to hold the door for people who really seemed to be in a hurry, and that the driver would try to ditch. People were thanking me. I was pleased to help someone. What is it for the rest of the people? 3 seconds?
Plus, I'm in war with the STM, so I'll gladly go for the clients like me rather than for the fools working for the STM.
But they eventually got angry that a person like me helped other people not get ditched.
So here we have it. Selfish society that encourages selfishness and competition.
I'd also like to denounce the open sexual discrimination the STM does towards men.
You didn't know? Yes, discrimination is also possible at the detriment of men.
If you read the electronic media in the metro, you'll see the ad that says the STM is hiring women for bus and metro driving.
I thought sexes were equal, and that men were as able as a women at driving.
In other words, this ad clearly states that women will be hired over men.
Isn't that discrimination? A choice over sex is clearly sexual discrimination to me.
Let's imagine the ad stating 'Hiring men for bus and metro driving'.
Inimmaginable! Now THAT would be discrimination.
STM is just too backwards. Everyone else is trying to fight discrimination for the sake of equality, while STM promotes it.
Let's just hire everyone applying for the job with equal chances, with equal rights and equal salaries without regard to the sex nor ethny.
Is that unreasonable? Is that foolish?