Monday, October 4, 2010

My dad got hit with an egg.

Today my dad got hit with an egg. Today my dad got hit with an egg at four in the morning while he was riding his bike. He's 57 years old and he got hit with an egg by some guy in a van.
He gets up early because his routine is one of the few things he has that characterize him as an active human being. The physicality of riding a bicycle reminds him that he's still involved in this world. I'm not sure why this guy in the van bothers to wake up in the morning, or why he bothers to stay up late. My Dad relies on the notion that everything is interrelated in order to survive. He was pissed when a guy hit him with an egg. I wonder if the guy knew the extent of the repercussions his actions would have. I wonder if any of us do really. My Dad wanted to find him. My dad spent 30 minutes trying to find the guy that him with the egg. I wonder what he would've done to the guy. I wonder what the guy would've done to my dad. How do you console someone whos 57 years old that is forced to confront that fact that nobody really gives a shit about anything- let alone your assumption that everything is interrelated and meaningful. It's not enough to say, "that sucks"- but what else is there to say really.... I dont know, I wish I did. My dads old, and he got hit with an egg, and his whole paradigm crumbled. I wonder what the guy in the van is doing now.

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