The new craze sweeping the nation, bread stapled to trees.

The Deaf Strike Back

While this has actually sadly happened before, this time I was not on a college campus. I work for LimeBike in a small Upstate NY town and while the job is absolutely fantastic, and the majority of interactions I have with people tend to be great, there are more than a few odd run ins. Some people however are much less awkward with people and likely don’t respond the same as I do. Well, I was on the town riding an Ebike around to spread the word of how they work as the process is still quite shaded to much of the public. While being out and about there was a deaf people’s club having a stroll around a local pond and all the while selling popcorn for their fundraiser. They asked if I wanted to support their organization (for the deaf...) and I said “no thank you, I cannot buy things while on company time”. I started to pedal away and realized my blunder. I quickly turned around and yelled “oh bother! I’m so sorry your deaf!” and realized yet again I had made a terrible mistake. At this point the sign language translation began to laugh and sign something to them, to which they all turned toward me, who was at this point peddling away in an attempt to avoid any further interactions but this pond of course was small so we each looked at one another for a considerable period of time. And like that I am afraid of deaf folks.

Let me guess, you’re home?

Lame, but 🤷🏻‍♂️

So often do we hide, head in sand, lost in parallel with the dreams of our tomorrow, different of course to your tomorrow. Hidden we dream, despite the fallacies of our dreams we fill the land we walk with their glimmer until the inevitable and inconceivable events of reality splinter our fallacies into the dust. Lost in repitition and frantic for the soft land we had all but became immersed in we piece together another world, different but equally unreal, all the while reminiscing the dreams lost of the past. Seldom do we remember the real world around us but alas it does not matter, for nobody will ever know your splintered dreams, for they are too caught up with theirs.