@special_boots For real. Listen, I know the risks of not wearing a helmet. If I get in an accident (with a car) I'm at a greater risk of a head injury not wearing a helmet. The pleasure of not wearing a helmet greatly outweighs this risk. FOR ME. Maybe not for other people. But me not wearing a helmet has no bearing on anyone else's safety.
Know what else keeps you safe on a bike? Not riding on busy streets, bike lane or no--sticking to bike paths, and avoiding cars at all costs. A helmet is not a magical talisman that will protect you from all injury.
@Judith Slutler I won't either and it's nobody's business, especially a stranger's. I don't have to defend it. It's my head. End of story.
@shesaidshesaid Amen, sister! PREACH. Avoid cars. Ride on quiet streets. Ride on bike paths.
@yunkstahn Depends on where you live. Sidewalks in my town are not populated with pedestrians, and riding on a sidewalk is much more safe than riding on a busy street. Of course, riding on quiet suburban streets is even safer.
The safest thing that you can do is avoid cars, helmet or no.
@Gulf of Finland It seems like a specific spectrum of white people too. Like peachy-cream and all it's variants. Just kind of narrow.
@Tuna Surprise I came down here to say the same thing! I don't see any freckles, actually. My freckles were a source of angst for me growing up, just now accepting them. Would love to see the color projected by other other heavily freckled people.
I guess I need to read George Saunders again. It's been about ten years, but all I remember thinking was how snarky and mean-spirited his stories were. Does anyone else feel this way?
Maybe it was just a reaction to the guy who gave me the stories, and said "this is how you should be writing" ... So, I started off wanting to hate the stories.
Anyway, going to revisit with an open mind.
@LaLoba The novelty of an experience isn't the only reason to write about an experience. Write it! I'm sure you have a different, and interesting, perspective.
On Thank You So Much For Being With Me Tonight to Celebrate My Twenty-Five-And-Twelve-Month Birthday
Haha. I remember feeling this way.
If there was one thing I wish I could go back and tell my 26 year old self it's to stop worrying so much. It will work out, seriously. As long as you're not a complete asshole / lazy ass. You don't have to DO anything except pay your bills and stay healthy. Relax.
Actually I think my mom told me this exact thing and I freaked out on her. I guess I wanted to hold on to some sort of angst.
@upupandaway I went to Catholic school as well. The nuns who ran my school founded it in the early 1960s. They flew from Ireland to Miami in full-length, black wool habits...then hitchhiked to my town (about 40 miles north), because they didn't realize there was no public transportation to get them there. At least, that's the story they told us!
Then they started a school in south florida, with very little funds and support. Some were a little touched--but most were really amazing women, very smart and determined and funny and gentle. It was a great place for a shy little kid like me.
I'm also conflicted, being an atheist now. But these Irish nuns helped me through a tough childhood, you know?