Helpfulness-ness

I had the chance this morning to help a bewildered visitor to Melbourne town who was trying to get to RMIT from the corner of Elizabeth and Collins. Now for all the non Melbournites out there, this kind of direction is quite simplistic and helped me feel good about myself for the next hundred meters or so till I started dodging trams jaywalking on Bourke St.


The man, of unknown overseas origin, wandered on his way happily hoping that he was one step closer to his destination than he had been when standing on our meeting corner. And I can't recommend enough that you ensure these tourists, visitors, new residents, interlopers or otherwise time travellers do get the assistance that they are asking for.

It may be a little far to run ahead of him and drop bread crumbs or pay a skywriter to lead them towards there intended goal but it does give you a good kick to make people feel a little better.
Now, I know you can all see this as self congratulatory but this should lead to an obvious conclusion.

People need to help people out.

Well, I don't think that was that much of a revelation but maybe, just maybe if you're feeling a little down you should go out and find someone who is incompetently trying to parallel park their scooter and assist them (without appearing to actually steal the scooter).

Heck, this should be naturally for everyone to assist any stranger, who happens to walk by, across a pedestrian crossing regardless if they want to cross or not. Why not wait half an hour to merge onto a freeway letting everyone else past first, you'll feel 189.3% better than you had earlier in the day(figure not yet proven)

But lastly, if you want to truly help someone else. Maybe you should let them help you. If you notice a friend or colleague feeling a little glum then what better way to make them feel better than to go out there and injure yourself(only to a slight degree, no point killing yourself) so that they can give you the kiss of life, tourniquet up your acute angled knee and feel for a good two days on top of the world.

Well, that's all from me for this post.
I think it's time I went and helped some people out.
Maybe just a twisted ankle this time, broken bones just take too long to heal.

Soles of the world – (News)

In recent new, the esteemed President of the Free World(It’s easier to pronounce than the US of A) George Dubya recently had to evade and avoid a reporters shoes at a media conference in the prime ministers residence in Iraq. This may sound like an issue George had with a dance routine but said reporter, Muntazer al-Zaidi, was angrily throwing his shoes, one after the other, while the President was successfully playing dodge ball at the podium, According to all the news reports(and with such footage and photos from a room full of journalists, there is a stack as well as spin off Youtube videos already) the soles of the shoes are considered the ultimate insult and so this being levelled at Dubya indicates the animosity coming across.

But this does have a severe comment on the security issue, especially around the president. Needless to say I can’t believe that the man was allowed in with such dangerous missiles. Who knows what could have happened if this man was a size 14 as opposed to a 10. Soon we may have to see anti shoe netting at such an event, allowing through spit balls but stopping all shoes above a certain size. Secret Service should have someone on shoe detail at ground level watching everyone’s feet in case they twitch too high and leaping forward should a hand reach to scratch an ankle.
And this shouldn’t be limited to men as well, considering the metalwork inside some women’s shoes they should have lethal weapon licenses just to wear them around. Who knows how dangerous a pair of stilettos can be in the right hands? Certainly the secret service will be aware of this kind of thing.

I blame Tom Jones though, and I know that seems like it’s from left field but he, and others of his ilk are to blame for all this wearables throwing. Underwear was just underwear until the first screaming fan decided to elevate themselves from the crowd by asking the singer to check the laundry. Who’s to say this was originally even a fan, it might have even been a small gig in Surrey where the band members were thrown such an insult but assumed that there merging of syncopated beats with bad guitar had won over a crowd member. And thus the revolution was started.

Truly this leads on to a few different things, the security of press conferences and public appearances will probably try to disallow shoes and possibly socks of any kind, regardless of whether it’s a sunny day in Rio(with no issue whatsoever) or a Meredith Music Festival mud bog(which would be like swimming) and as these new rules will come into play most people will start to throw more obscure items. Wallets probably won’t leave the hands but earrings have high potential(especially with the larger hooped ones), skivvies could be chucked at a Wiggles concert(those five year olds can get quite vocal) and even throwing the person sitting next to you(personal fitness may need to be pretty good).

Regardless, I’m going to sit here behind my glass divider and devise ways to sharpen the heel of my rubber shoe to a point. I think I’ll just have it as self defence.

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