Walking also allows you to run into some serious weirdos.
Now, my walk is of a decent length. Five miles, one way, which means my total outside exposure time is quite high. So, yeah, I'm going to get honked at, screamed at, etc. This is fine: it's what assholes do.
But Saturday night.... It was about 10:20. Pitch black (Austin has sixteen total street lamps, of which six work, and a total of three miles of sidewalk) when i came up on a bus stop. Two people were sitting there. And as I approached, one on the bench looked at me and said:
"Hey there werewolf. It ain't no full moon." and then he proceeded to howl.
Anyway. Here's another fantastic line from the good folks at fstdt:
"my religious beliefs are a core component of my life and make me happy, so why do i care if thier wrong?"
Yes. Why would you want to know the realities of a central part of what you consider to be the being you call you?