The World is Bigger Than Your Backyard

Last updated on April 5th, 2021 at 10:53 am

You’re a fool to limit yourself if freedom’s an option.

I started driving later than most, having opted instead to spend ludicrous amounts of time on public transit reading, drawing and sleeping. I wasn’t particularly motivated to save for a car like most suburbanites—there were more than enough things I rather spend my money on: travel; gadgets; lush experiences… why drive when I could do so many other things?

If only I knew then that I’d spend so long being so short-sighted.

Door Dodgers

Last updated on September 10th, 2014 at 08:19 am

Dear Toronto,

You have a lot of different types of people in your borders—people
often say that you’re one of the most diverse cities in the world.
However, this is not limited to the cultural background your peoples
have or the various languages they speak.

No, I’m also talking about the types of characters you have in this far city.

Today, I’m calling out the door dodgers. Yeah, you know the type. Many mornings I head out from Union GO Station with the rest of the sheep to our various places of employment. If you’ve seen me walking around, you’ll know that I often tend to be carrying my knapsack and a duffel bag, since I tend to be moving around a lot. It makes travelling a pain, but it’s something you can get used to.

However, when you’re trying to move thousands of people through three or four doors, you’d expect that people would continually hold the door for the droves coming behind them, no?

Wrong. Oh so wrong.

Door dodgers. They’ll skillfully avoid any contact with an open door
— since the world obviously revolves around them — leaving it to close in the face of the next person.

Are you serious? I barely have free hands! I’ve had to essentially
train myself to use my legs as a second set of arms so I can avoid
these horrid situations. I always glare at them from behind. I hope
one day one of them turns around to get it.

Stupid door dodgers.

–case p.