Why do we just accept the fact that February is shorter than every other month and that every four years it's suddenly longer?

Yes I Know You're Looking

We're all human

We all have eyes

So why are you surprised

When you see mine 

Yes I can see you 

Yes it's true

So just fucking ask me

How do you do 

I'm not gunna yell

I'm not gunna scream 

I just figured out 

What your looks mean 

So next time I see you 

You better bet

That when I see your eyes 

Mine will be a face you don't forget 

My Life; The Movie

Shoelaces and Nooses

I was sitting at work and I saw someone walking with their shoelaces untied. I was suddenly compelled by some weird moral obligation to tell them they were in danger; that because of their loose lace they were facing a mortality test. It felt like there was a camera panning in on my shocked face, like the main character had just pieced together who the killer is, and time slowed to a standstill. I became out of body; I saw myself rise in slow motion with the word "wait" slowly trailing off the edge of my moist tongue. The poor pedestrian turned his head in awe, not realizing he was about to finalize his fate by stepping on the loose lace which would cause him to spiral out of physical control into oncoming traffic where he was hit by the very bus he was meaning to catch. 

I then realized the entire scene had taken place in my head, the graphic images and disturbing thoughts of watching another human being be struck dead. None of it happened and I let my loose-laced friend walk on by without issue. Now I don't think that makes me a bad person. I probably should've politely mentioned to watch out because of the risky lace, but honestly I don't think this person was in such grave trouble as my over-worked mind had placed them in.

The interesting part is that this unimaginable way of thinking must come from a hardcore survival instinct that is instilled in all of us. I hate to say it but when he walked by I almost put my foot down on the lace just to put myself ahead of this person. Or at least the inspiration for action came across my mind. I can sit and deny that it did but I know for a fact it did. Sure, that seems like a horrible way of thinking but at least I'm still human enough to understand that I do think like this; that the survival instinct of humanity is still strong. It would be wrong to deny that I want to be alpha-male, top dog, head honcho or whatever other authority euphemisms there are. That is humanity. 

Some call it a fault. 

I call it something we all have in common, whether we are willing to admit that or not.