From waking up each morning, to getting myself ready, to boarding the right bus and getting down at the right stop, to going to work and getting things done, to getting back home again, I see chaos everywhere.
The real problem comes when I have to cross the road – somebody has to hold my hand and take me across, to keep me and the people around safe. I have zero sense of direction, I can’t estimate/analyse the speed of the vehicles that go by, I am pathetic at judging. I, sometimes, actually, wave my hand out at speeding vehicles, to let me cross when I die out of patience, and I’m always in a hurry. So many people, so many vehicles with their continuous honking – definitely not my cup of tea. I literally run across the road when I get the chance. Therefore, every time I go out alone (which I do quite often), I make it a point to keep my eyes and ears extra-wide open, and keep sending my prayers up above to the Almighty – to keep me and the world around me in perfect order, sans chaos.
But you know what,
Chaos, is my middle name. I attract chaos wherever I go, whatever I do.