Barrier Bypassing

I hate to be returning to this blog on an unhappy note, but...I'M UNHAPPY.

Really I was going to save this blog post for later when I really felt like letting it out, but then I just read my friend's facebook post and I realised...it's time I screamed about things that will backfire against me with speculation, but I feel is fair to use as evidence that, the world is unfair.

So, pre-established harmony is a farce. I hope.

Or maybe it isn't, because I feel as if I can practically feel a bad day coming on from the moment I wake up in the morning.

Today, I had tutoring in Hurstville.

I disembarked from a Waterfall train.

I met up with Melody halfway up the stairs.

She slid her ticket in and walked through. I pushed mine into the barrier, and it swallowed it; being a single ticket. I followed her through the barrier, as being a student allows you the habits and fluencies with the flow of barrier movement.

THEN THE GUY IN THE ORANGE JACKET WALKED OVER TO ME AND DECIDED THAT I LOOKED SUSPICIOUS ENOUGH TO YELL AT FOR A TICKET OFFENCE.

Okay, sir.

You probably deal with enough delinquent children who walk past you whilst you're on duty, who don't buy tickets and just sail through with their friends. You probably know that there are people out there who have cheated on ticket fares. You probably assume, and assume being the key word here, that you have the right to point the finger and point-blanc ACCUSE with no evidence except the bloody arrogance in your voice.

Oh you see, but you blatantly, obviously, do not observe.

Let me assure you, dear readers, that I had bought a Single, Child to Hurstville ticket from Central station at 3:34 PM today, for $2.10, with every intention of putting it into the barriers at Hurstville. WHICH. I. DID.

So, sir.

Obviously if you accost me so rudely outside the barriers, and demand to SEE MY TICKET. How in the blazes of hell am I supposed to show you something that I AM LEGALLY NOT SUPPOSED TO POSSESS ANYMORE?

My conversation with him ran something along a dialogue chain of him accusing me, I protesting profusedly that I had walked through with Melody and the machine had swallowed my ticket because it was a single, him telling me to basically shut up and stop LYING to him because he could fine me for committing such an offence because it's illegal, I tried in vain to argue but ended up spluttering because he was so in my face about it, him telling off Melody for also breaking the law, and then IGNORING EVERY WORD THAT CAME OUT OF MY MOUTH AND TELLING ME IT IS WRONG IT IS WRONG IT IS WRONG IT IS WRONG ITISWRONGITISWRONGDON'TDOITAGAINORIWILLKILLYOU.

Thank you, for reducing the IQ of the entire solar system.

First of all, may I please beg the forgiveness of any actual proper moral adults in the audience before I continue.

WHAT IS WITH HIS IMPERTINENCE!

First of all, if I had really wanted to, I could easily sue him for defamation and assault, as well as falsely accusing and accosting a civilian.

There are, as my mother proclaimed, security cameras that will back up my statement. Also, I don't know if these exist, but the barriers should have a record (if they don't, they bloody well should) of ticket dips. Any of these options, even if they took apart the barrier itself, pulled the ticket out and checked it for my fingerprints!

Excuse me, sir. Just because you see a girl who walks after her friend at the train station, and she has a white star on her face and is wearing mufti because it is a school themed civi day which requires her to wear such strange makeup, does not make her an obvious target for uncalled for verbal abuse.

BIAS. IS. NOT. LEGAL.

It's been many months since I last doubted the logic behind human society, but it's once again I really do begin to question the human race.

Such ignorance and stupidity should really be diminished.

This might sound like a very trivial matter to you, READER.

But you have no idea how confronting it is. If you're a child, you'll probably understand the feeling. When adults think they have supremacy in ruling the universe because they're "mature" and hold "responsibility". Another thing, being older with a license does not make you right all the time.

I never said I'm right all the time.

It does not mean that anyone has the right to tell another person that they're lying.

If I said tomorrow, "my favourite colour is blue." and someone screamed at me angrily with, "DON'T LIE TO ME, IT'S GREEN."

who are you, to say what's right or wrong?

That's completely a different subject, I know.

The point is, I don't give a smidgen of care if it's that man's job to stand there looking tough and yelling at children who misbehave and break the law, he had absolutely no right today accusing me of committing a crime which I did not actually commit, and then threatening to fine me.

Oh. Threats, Defamation, Verbal Abuse, Discrimination. Hm.

THE WORLD ISN'T FAIR. say most.

Tell that to Loki, whose entire armour and bag was crushed by a train today.

Forgiveness is true strength? Bah. Whoever comes up with morals like those are too weak to fight back.

Honestly I wish I didn't have tutoring today, I easily would have stayed there and Mycrofted that barrier guard. Lucky for him.

I'm also too tired of living to keep typing this blog post.

Quite surprising I haven't dotted this post with colourful language yet, but I think my tutoring homework booklet suffered enough with the gigantic hole I accidentally punctured through the entire thing whilst at tutoring today, when I furiously stabbed my pencil at the desk and somehow snapped the pencil in the process and stabbed a hole in the centre of the page - through all the pages.

Eurgh.

I'd rather not live here on Midgard.

pours and delays

Hello Sydney-ians! I'm sure anyone travelling around on public transport today without an umbrella was sorely at risk of the looming clouds and all. Certainly, I was. I didn't bring an umbrella. Genius, I know.

It's the holidays now, so it's not like I'm travelling my common daily route of Parramatta to Central. Instead, I have a winter holiday course of Mind and Morality at the University of Sydney which is pretty awesome. But I'm not here to tell you that. My current new route is Parramatta to Redfern. Return of course.

Parramatta Station this morning.

That's still not very important, but I had a troublesome day today, getting around in the rain.

Mostly the afternoon.

Horizon and I were at Martin Place, having come back from not-conquering the intimidating NSW State Library. I caught her train, with the intention of returning to Redfern and changing trains from there. Of course, bad things had to happen to counter awesomeness, and I found that several lines had closed for some irritating reason, including the North Shore, which meant I had to catch the Epping train. Eurgh.

That meant I was in for some Strathfield switching.

At Strathfield, I had to wait for 11 minutes for the Emu Plains train. I took this photo when the train arrived:

Don't worry it's just graffiti, not rain.
I like the comparison between Morning Parramatta and Afternoon Parramatta though.

Parramatta Station in the afternoon

Ah...well it was an interesting day I suppose.

That's all. I just really seem to like taking photos of the train system when it's raining. It looks much nicer than it usually would.