I had a couple of really... um.. "biting" comments on one of my previous posts.
I think I was called "idiot" and "stupid" by two different people. Besides the name-calling, I am not really that affected by those kinds of comments. I imagine that these people who commented don't read my blog ever, and are not aware of my twisted type of humor, meant solely for entertainment. I apologize. No offense was meant to prostitutes or tour guides. The post has been deleted.
Most of my postings are just things that I think about randomly whilst meandering down the streets. And then, for your entertainment and mine, I write about it! They are meant purely to entertain or get people thinking, depending on the post. That one was obviously for entertainment only. I don't actually think tour guides are like prostitutes, nor the other way around, nor are prostitutes "bad" nor do I know much about the lifestyles and risks associated with prostitutism or anything like that.
However, the comments left got me to thinking: Am I "different" in the way I think? Or am I just an idiot for sharing them with everybody? The former is questionable, the latter is a definite. Let's see...
What are you thinking about most of the time while walking down the street? Thoughts are probably running through your head, so what are they? I tend to think about nonsense.
For example, I often think about how I would steal things. Weird huh? I plot ways that I would use a divertion or slyly slip undetected past a lone, generic security guard, take out the security cameras, only to quickly karate chop him in the neck so I could use his hand for the fingerprint scanner. What makes it worse is that there are never security guards and I don't even know karate.
I also think about food a lot. I plan what I will have for dinner or breakfast or an afternoon snack. One of my favorite pastimes in Munich is going to new restaurants as often as possible. I love exploring. Yesterday I had a pasta dish in a cream sauce with roasted pumpkin seeds and sunflower seeds, topped with a bed of arugula. Delicious! Mission accomplished.
I sing a lot while walking down the road. I am fascinated when random songs pop into my head in the morning, so I sing them. There must be a reason that James Taylor's "Mexico" is stuck in my head. I don't know anything but the chorus!
I try to "figure people out." While walking behind somebody, I try to discern as much as I can from just what I can see. Do they walk with a limp? Maybe they had a major accident. Do I hear change jingling in the pockets? Change usually means bills which usually means successful job. How are the shoes? Forrest Gumps was right, as you can tell a lot about a person by their shoes. Are they utilitarian, using the same pair of shoes for basically everything ( a suit paired with sneakers is a good example of this)? Stuff like that. Of course, I can expect a comment (or thought) saying "Matt, you are just stereo-typing these people! You don't know anything about them!" My response: Um, yeah. That's kind of the point. I am making up stories about them for my own entertainment and to pass the time as I walk down the road. No harm done!
In closing: I hate it when people mis-interpret my motives, or my saying/doings come across as harmful. It's not their fault at all. It just kind of sucks.