I’ve just
spent an hour searching for last year’s tax assessment as my accountant always
asks for that when she prepares my taxes.
I searched, and searched, and searched all the while not understanding
why I had not put it in my folder as I usually do. At the end of the search the form was lying
on my desk with “2011” written on it so i therefore ignored it because my brain
was not computing that 2011 was actually the current assessment. I just hate it when I am not with-it.

My concern is not stemming from
prudishness but from concern that we are becoming an increasingly callous
society. Last week we had a distressing
example of just how callous we have become when an older woman, in a crosswalk,
was run down by 2 hit-and-run drivers as well as having 2 other vehicles drive
around the body and just leave it there.
Furthermore, the only person who came to her aid was a woman who heard
the accident from inside her house.
Meanwhile, there were apparently onlookers at a bus stop who stood and
did nothing. All of this happened around
7:45 a.m. therefore it was no longer dark outside. On the surface, it is incomprehensible that
such a thing could happen in Calgary but when you look a little closer at how
people conduct themselves out on the street perhaps it isn’t that surprising
after all. For example, have you noticed
how people expect you to have ESP and notice when the person sitting beside you
on the bus or train rises and needs to get passed you. There is no one who says “excuse me, this is
my stop” because that would mean you would have to expend some breath on
communicating with the stranger sitting beside you despite the fact that you’ve
shared your personal history while talking on a cellphone for 25 minutes. Gosh, how silly of me to expect communication
from such a moron. People seldom speak
to other human beings whether they know you or not so heaven forbid that someone
should come to the aid of a poor 52 year old woman who has been knocked to the
ground by one car and then dragged some 25 feet by another vehicle. Because we wouldn’t want to show compassion
to a woman who obviously was asking for it – by crossing the street at a
designated crosswalk in broad daylight.
Civility, that is something that happened
in a bygone age where ankles were not revealed and no one had a crotch.
Now
I will deal with my taxes which is so much more soothing than having to deal
with the moronic population I am forced to live amongst. Now, that’s irony.