Title tale

What is it about titles that makes assigning a title to a detail a gruesome job? The absolute requirement of it having to convey the concept of the detailed and comprehensive passage of your ideas, all in those four words. Four words to convey the jist of something that in the first place required me to write something so lengthy. Four words to express what I wish you to comprehend out of the entire jibber jabber contained in the text that follows. Four words that are supposed to make you understand, which what I feel the proliferation of words in my passage might only begin to tickle you in deliberation of my message. Four words that are supposed to be bombastic, only to be elaborated by the usage of a good hundred words going forward. Four words, contributing to frustrated frowns and fretting.

Now don’t you argue with me over the number “four”!

Role reversal

Picture this. A woman, a wanderer by nature, took on a beautiful day of light drizzle, to walk down the road. She’s scaling the lengths of the damp, puddled road on foot, cars and mo-bikes  whizzing past her, as she carefully keeps to her side of the road. Imagine the turmoil of expressions on the faces of that rule-abiding woman, and drivers, when the urgency of a young man, walking ahead of her, caused him to suddenly be taking a sharp right onto the middle of the road, with the added grace of undisturbed glaring into his smartphone. A jaw drop from the woman, an inharmonious screech of several sets of tires on the roads, scowls from the driving humanfolk, and the not-so-pleasant pleasantries vocally transmitted; all only to go wasted on the earplugs worn by this gentleman.

Now, I am no artist. So, this picture is not an abstract construction, but one of the events of my day today. It sprouted in me the urge to promote the need of use of indicators. Only, in this case, I refer to such usage by pedestrians. Don’t you think it’s time, my dear fellow pedestrians?