Wandering Road of Insanity

Palestinians of Tumblr!

but not for “the day after tomorrow”

Overmorrow = the day after tomorrow

Ereyesterday = the day before yesterday

Rhotacism (n): excessive use of the letter “R”

Lingible (adj): meant to be licked

Whipjack (n): a beggar, specifically one who is pretending to have been shipwrecked

Yerd (v): to beat with an object with a stick

Roddikin (n): the fourth stomach of a cow or a deer

Balbriggan (n): a type of fine cotton, most often used in underwear

and my personal favorite

i'm not sorry to break this to you, but public spaces are for the public. every single person is entitled to use that space, to exist within it, and to be granted the same dignity and respect as everyone else

that means you will be inconvenienced. You will be annoyed. You will be annoying one. A constant, innate quality of public spaces is the all-consuming awareness that people have different needs and desires and those butt up against each other

Over a year ago my county went free fare for buses which is awesome. For me personally I’m glad I no longer have to touch money cause so small a company us drivers had to count the fare ourselves at the end of the day. We’d never get much either, could be $0 one day and highest I remember is $24…. Obviously, we’re not making a profit, we’re not that, the bus lines are a service. People who were homeless or going through hard times still could pull enough for fare. The demographic I saw immediately increase when free fare hit is the Senior citizen community. Many couldn’t drive anymore and without the worry of paying fare it made things easier for them to get to appointments, grocery shopping and even going out to have fun. But when that free fare hit, everyone talked about how it’s be the homeless riding all day. Well, it does happen but it’s not a common occurrence. As long as there’s a destination, my fellow drivers and I don’t care. A lot of they do, going to a charity that has supplies, food and even showers. Are those that talk to themselves? Yes and they’re mostly harmless.

And there’s times where us drivers do encourage them to ride because they’re human beings and the weather went to shit. During the snowy days we let them ride to keep warm and during our heatwave too to keep cool. Because sometimes the buses were the only options around. Shelters throw people out in the early morning, cooling stations close in the early evening - so where else to go when most public spaces are closed? They’re not common days for my region but when they hit people can get hurt or die.

How Tarot actually works:

Remember STD:

Stop.

Think.

Don't teleport to the cactus dimension.

Teleporting to the cactus dimension is responsible for over fifty deaths or major injuries every decade, and recent studies show the long term side effects may include trying to enslave other dimensions to the cactus overlords or getting poked a lot.

You are valid and I see you. You are enough. You are loved. Your deities see you and are not going to abandon you. Your ancestors see you and they are not ashamed of you.

Irena lived in Warsaw during the Nazi occupation, and dedicated her life to rescuing Jewish children from the Ghetto, and her story is complicated in a lot of ways but - well, this story isn’t actually about Irena, per se.

It’s about a bus driver.

It’s about a day when she’s traveling across town by bus with a very young Jewish child, and partway to their destination the child looks up and asks a question - in Yiddish. and the whole bus goes quiet, because everyone knows what that means. And Irena thinks, okay, we’re going to die here today.

And she’s running through her options - all of them bad - and suddenly the bus stops, and the bus driver announces that there’s been a mechanical failure and the bus needs to return to the depot immediately. Everyone off, please.

And she stands and goes to get off the bus and the driver says - not you two. Sit down. So she sits down as everyone else leaves, because, well, what else is she going to do? the options are all still bad, at this point.

and when the bus is empty the bus driver says,

“Where do you need to go?”

And then he drives them as close to their destination as he can, and lets them off, and drives away. And Irena lives, and the kid lives, and they never cross paths again.

So a janitor got three people killed, and a bus driver saved two lives - not to mention all the other lives indirectly saved because Irena was able to continue her work.

I think about that almost every day now, to be honest.

We can’t all be Irena. I couldn’t be Irena. She was in a unique place with very specific skills and connections that let her do what she did. I am just one mentally ill librarian. I can’t be her. But - I can be the bus driver. Or I could be the janitor. Because it doesn’t matter what your job is. It doesn’t matter who you are. In a world like this, every single one of us has the opportunity to do massive harm or massive good. We can save lives or end them.

And that’s scary. but it’s also very comforting? at least for me. Because at the end of the day it means this: no matter of how small and helpless and unimportant you feel, you’re never powerless in the face of great evil.