The sun burns so I shelter and the shade doesn’t protect me from all the cars shooting the sun back at me anyway, like an army of guardsmen with laser guns. When I’m not under shade? Oh it’s those ten thousands lasers plus a super oultra over mega lazer CANNON that trees could have protected us from.

If we didn’t drive everywhere, dug up all the parking lots, had communal garages on the outsides of neighborhoods, and replaced every parking spot with a tree and a bush, we would all be so much safer.

Less skin cancer. Less egregious climate change. More food. More animals.

Yet these insane shit stains across the board act like I’m cherry picking the exceptions to the rule rather than the default qay of things.

WHy nOT jUsT wALk thROuGh tHE PaRKiNg loT TO ThE tREEs OvER thErE? Durhh

When the whole point is what a bitch it is to walk through that, and then if you get tired and want to go home you haven’t even made it to the woodlands yet.

Or when they say we’re bitching about where people don’t live, and they make it clear I’m not a person to them. My God I have such spite for these monsters that pretend my constant terror and pain is some trite dramatic panicking over nothing, as though cars aren’t a constant and very real threat to me and the cause of real pollution poisoning me. Directly with tire dust and gas and gravel, and also by the sun burning me from all the trees they cut down, from both the sun directly and the cars reflecting it, and the constant dread of when will a car run into me next and how bad will it be?

All of that is to say nothing about the drivers themselves. I had a falling out with one paychotic bitch because she insisted she uses defensive driving. Yeah right, defending yourself by swerving over several lanes to give middle finger to some other idiot, and I look back ahead and the soccermom SUV you borrowed is right about to flip over the railing and fall upside down for 15 meters, because you had to flip Some Guy off. Oh, and arguing that you had to because he almost crashed into us the first time around.

I could go on and on, about every inconvenience, terror, pain and death but I don’t have it in me anymore. Goodnight yall, I hope to make it back.