Monday, November 26, 2007
You know, i generally believe in being an open minded person. I mean, we should all just go with the flow as much as possible, and in turn allow other people to do the same. Like, i've got buddies who smoke. i'm not for it, let me tell ya. but i respect their decisions. they know full well what they're in for anyway. heh, this buddy of mine even gave me an interesting reason behind his smoking:
"i don't wanna live to a ripe old age and take care of my health and eat proper food, exercise, basically just live that perfect lifestyle. 'cus you know what? i'm gonna die anyway, and if i live like that, i'll have no f*cking idea why i'll die in the end. with smoking, i'll know it's because of the smoke."
i guess many would say that all that's just some really whacked bullshit. i dunno man. to me, it's just funny. and it's not my life, so yeah. just don't expect me to joiun you guys, huh (which they don't anyway). so basically, i respect their right to their shit, and they respect my right to mine.
anyway (was a tinsy bit off tangent there), it's all about keeping an open mind. smokers aren't necessarily bad people, and bad people aren't necessarily smokers. i mean, just look at Bush.
so that's the kind of philosophy in life that i wanna adopt: people aren't evil. but i guess there are exceptions. not jews. not chinese people. and not mats. okay maybe mats. but that's another story. i'm talking about taxi drivers. not all taxi drivers. some. okay maybe most. ah heck, all of them.
you see, i'm not trying to put down the wonderful contributions to society that taxi drivers tend to make, but this one experience with a taxi driver really really made me sick. it was horrible man..
we were in the queue of a taxi stand at the hospital. and then we got on a cab... you know what? i don't even think it's really worth typing so much about. so i summarise. the one thing that really made me, my mum, my neighbour, and her two little kids really sick in the cab was insanely bad driving.
you'd think that taxi drivers are well trained in, you know, DRIVING! this guy apparently had no effing idea how to drive well. yeah, he followed all the rules of the road, and we got back home in one piece, but wtf man.. we pay you to get us home comfortably, not with lunch half way back up the gullet.
the thing is, this guy couldn't cruise for nuts. man, he had no control. it went like this: accelerate for one sec, then let go of the pedal for two, then accelerate again, then let go then etc. i actually saw the needle in the speedometer bob up and down, and that was on the expressway. here's some perspective as to why it made us so so sick. it's all about science (or pseudo science, 'cus i don't know shit about it)
newton (the apple-on-head guy) said that the rate of change of momentum of a body is directly proportional to the resultant force acting on it, and points in the same direction as that force. and if the mass of a body is constant, then the momentum changes only with velocity. that said, force = mass x change in velocity = mass x acceleration. so when you accelerate, you feel a force, k? okay.
when the cab accelerates, the resultant force points forward. so we in the car experience a force acting forwards as well. because of inertia, and how the inner ear works, we feel like we're being pushed back into our seats.
then the driver lets the pedal go: there isn't anymore driving force from the engine to propel the cab forward. but there is friction which opposes the forward motion of the cab. so the resultant force is backwards, because the car decelerates. so we feel a force backwards: we feel as if we're gonna jump out the windshield. then you just repeat the process. by the way, if you're reading this, then enjoy the headache.
try this. you're looking at the screen of the laptop or computer, reading this insane post, wishing to tear your head apart. now accelerate towards the screen. make sure you feel the acceleration. then, just as you're about to hit the screen, pull your head back away from it. again, make sure you feel the acceleration. that's what we felt in the cab. throughout the hour-long ride.
okay, that's that. couple those sensations with what your eyes see. as for us, we saw the ladnscape rolling by. so the eyes tell the brain that we're moving forward. but the body tells it that we're constantly being pushed forward and back. this kind of sensory conflict is just toxic. i have no idea why, but because of this, we get all woozy. so we wanna puke.
BUT WE CAN'T. 'cus we're in an effing cab. i hate cabs. i hate bad drivers. especially if they're cab drivers. they make me sick (literally). die, cabbies, die.
mo offense meant to good cabbies.Labels: Some people simply must cease to exist.
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