The chill is a little colder than you'd like, but you walk on anyway, feeling really goddam happy or something optimistic like that. You walk to your destination. You're not really used to being here but you never really liked being there. You're just another goddam drop in the ocean but today, you'd like to think you're something special.
What could possibly make this better? Ah yes, some apple cider. That's what people drink when the chill is a little below the comfort zone. Maybe a side of fucking doughnuts. Glazed ones. Or plain ones to dip in that goddam cider of yours.
Without even thinking about it, you step around the cracks in the sidewalk. Even when you notice it, you just keep doing it. Goddam habits. Just because some fucker back in grade school lied to you, saying you'd break your mother's goddam back or something. Ridiculous. I mean, really. If you were to slip on a crack in the goddam sidewalk, wouldn't you be more likely to break your back? Sometimes I wonder.
You keep walking down that sidewalk, minding your own business and walking over those damn cracks. You turn at that turn that takes you just a little closer to where you're supposed to be. A left. Someone seems to be coming toward you. They make a right turn. Damn! They're going in the same direction. That fucker. What do you do when they end up walking the same pace as you? I mean, you just can't walk side-by-side with a stranger. Sure, I mean, it won't make you look bad. In fact, it'll make it look like you have a friend to walk with from what the cars along the street can see. But the fact is, you're not. In fact, it may make you very uncomfortable to be walking side by side with someone you don't know. If they don't change (as they sometimes don't... just to piss you off), you are the one who has to change pace. You've got to speed up or slow down. There is no other way, unless, of course, you decide to flee from the chaotic decision.
And somehow, they ruined that perfect feeling of yours. The one you had just a little while ago. Now you've got to worry about getting past that dildo who has to get to the same place as you do at the same point in time.
It doesn't matter, I guess. Go out of your way and make conversation with the bastard, maybe. You've got one thing in common, you know.
Pace.