Urban jungle

I hate it how people assume that other people wouldn't be capable of deciding how to lead their life by themselves. I'm talking about the hordes of attention seekers fighting over lebensraum around the central railway station. It's a veritable mine field of Greenpeace people, Unicef people, Amnesty people, Jehova's witnesses, Hare Krishnas, the odd lady who has her own dancing dervish routine (you know, the one dressed in purple and gold robe, flourishing a purple flag with a golden cross glued on), and the street musicians, some of which won't let their complete inability of playing any sort of instrument stand in a way of profit.

Yes, I know some of them are trying to make the world a better place and I respect them but for goodness' sake, harassing people on the streets will only make them and their cause look bad. Only telemarketing is worse.

Like today, I had to catch a bus and as per usual had lingered at home a bit too long and therefore had to almost run to stay on schedule. All of the sudden, there are 2 Unicef people flanking me, a Hare Krishna monk going for frontal attack quite probably setting his phasers for stun, or something, and nowhere to hide. Helpless, I saw only one way out of the situation. I cranked up the volume of my mp3 player, set my shoulders and pictured myself in the scene of the Lord of the Rings where the Ringwraiths are chasing Frodo to the river. As they closed in on me I found the courage to utter the magic words "sorry, I don't like direct marketing" and lo! they vanished.

I also cought the bus and made it unscathed to A's place to study for the bachelor's thesis.


Songs to help you through the rough spots:
Janus: Ich will seinem Kopf
Verjnuarmu: Viitakemies