Whlie out for a walk last night (as I usually do—I have a 5-mile loop around my neighborhood that I cover 4-5 times a week), I saw:
- A couple having a screaming loud fight, which I actually heard strains of over my iPod. It was kind of sad, watching people go at it like that, and I felt a little voyeuristic. But something like that always intrigues me—I guess it’s the psychology student inside who is interested in the complex game that are human emotions and interaction. Either that, or I’m just a busybody. But seriously, how many times have you seen something like that—people having a fight in their living room, but the windows and curtains are wide open—and you stop to watch them? (I didn’t stop.)
- Another person taking pictures of the house where O.J. killed his wife, which is conveniently located three blocks from my place. People, it’s been 11 years. Let it go. It’s just a sad commentary on the state of America that after all this time, people are still obsessed with it and can still recall every little detail of what reportedly happened that night. And it’s sad that a murder site has become a tourist attraction.
- Someone walking their pet pig. Yes, a pig on a leash, wearing a harness. In the middle of a city.
A little something to offer you for your Thursday. Don’t be a dick, right-click.