Sometimes, I wish…

…..I weren’t so rude.
Example: a sterile conversation this afternoon with an extremely posh specimen who thought his name-dropping would impress me. So, he’s had hot water and crumbs with Charles and Camilla and bowed to other members of the Royal family. Well, I said, where I come from, we cut their head off. We all have our own brand of snobbism; mine’s called République.
I concede that I was insufferably rude; but he’d started it.
(Self important tosser.)

…..that the people in charge of motorway security in France would just stop it already.
Story : car manufacturers make increasingly comfortable and powerful cars that go increasingly fast; but sometimes cars drive into the trees that line up the motorway. One solution to that would be education, lowering the speed limit, tougher legislation, a combination thereof.
Instead, they cut down the trees.
(Myopic idiots.)

…..I could smother this lurking little fascist guy that lives deep inside of me.
Sample: ‘Official: it’s ok to kill burglar’ announced the Standard this morning. I was appalled at my gut reaction of ‘too fucking right it is’. I gave myself a stern talking to: what next? Take the law into your own hands crap? Suburban militia? The NRA? My gut, like an old, easily scared pensioner, can be so incredibly self-righteous. Note that the headline wasn’t simply implying that self-defence was acceptable in case of burglary, but that killing was ‘ok’.
(Shrunken git.)

… . I could tell A that I never want to hear from her again and that I hate her with all my might. Her and her entire family, including her ancestors going back to the thirteenth generation and their dog. (Not her friends, though; I liked her friends.) Perhaps for an infinitesimal amount of time, it’d feel good to hurt her. Not longer, though. And I would be lying. I don't like to lie.
(Lapsing twit.)

…..I knew what other job I could do. But that’s for another time.
(Procrastinating dreamer..)