According to my mother, I was not a bad child. As far as my teachers were concerned, I had a stubborn streak, was a little precocious, was rather defiant, and had a temper. I guess mothers can see beyond all of that.
As my post about karma already explained, I wouldn’t want to teach me. I wouldn’t appreciate my eye rolling. At least I wouldn’t appreciate it out loud. I would probably appreciate it with that inner monologue….maybe that’s what this blog is all about.
Today, while out for a walk, I came across a bit of mischief. The upstanding adult in me wanted to tsk tsk the whole thing. The only problem was that the mischievous little imp inside me (and not buried too deep, apparently) found it more interesting than bad.
As you can see from the picture above, someone got to the cement before it had dried and decided to leave their mark on history. I suspect if tiny bits of gravel tossed around by the snow hadn’t settled there, it would be easy to miss. I am surprised I spotted it, but I was listening to the Doors on my MP3 player and was probably doing the air harmonica on Roadhouse Blues–so my head was down as I grooved on my imaginary harp.
I wonder what prompted this small r type of rebel? Did they want to leave their mark on the neighbourhood? I certainly would understand that. That is what I am trying to do with this blog and my instagram feed. Their handprints will last until they dig up the sidewalk. Who knows when that will be. I suppose if the subway extension ever comes this far north….but that seems unlikely. As for my digital mark, it will probably fade away whenever they change the internet.
Maybe it was just a spur of the moment kind of thing. Maybe they were walking by and took the opportunity to express themselves. Most mischief seems to be spur of the moment. Kind of like my friend who decided to knock down bicycles like dominos one drunken night walk in Osaka (right in front of the Koban no less). It is rarely as well planned as the revenge scenarios depicted on many TV shows and in detective novels.
It might be wrong to celebrate mischief as Today’s Perfect Moment, but that’s exactly what I am doing. I guess I am being mischievous.