Sometimes it feels like I’m the only one who’s standing still while the rest of the Dublin races past me. I don’t know what it is but everyone in this city seems to cross the street like they’re mad. Trust me, I don’t say that lightly as I’m still unclear on whether I’ve just moved to a city where everyone around me is on a suicide mission or if they’ve all been born with a superpower that makes them invincible. If it’s the latter, than I’m really hoping some of that magic will rub off on me soon so I can stop looking like such a dork at every crosswalk I meet.
The truth is, I’m still the girl who presses the little button and waits patiently for the green signal. While I’m confessing, I should point out that I’m also the girl who’s constantly reading the ground to figure out which way to look before looking the wrong way first out of sheer habit. As I stand there and wait, these Dubliners will just continue walking as though they don’t have a care (or fear) in the world. They will weave in and out of traffic as though that double-decker bus headed right towards them will magically stop. And when I say Dubliners – I mean young and old alike as even the ones that require the assistance of a stroller will take on that double-decker bus and somehow win.
After a week or two of careful observation, I tried to follow them to the best of my ability but I swear the cars all just speed up. It’s like there’s a marker on me somewhere and they’ll get 10 points for gunning me down. So for now, I think its safe to say despite looking like a dork, I’ll be waiting patiently for the green man to appear before venturing out.