Anakana Schofield

I was just thinking on the way home, what if that frustrated man from yesterday actually went home and did himself in, and how the human voice can sometimes not find sufficient or precise language to be persuasive. Then I had a gasp of a thought that those words I said, which flew out of me like heat from the oven, could have been the last thing he heard and how mum-ish they were … and then I calmed down and remembered that he was surrounded by other people, all of whom ignored him and let him rave away to himself and that possibly weak words may not be as disregarding as no words whatsoever.

And then I disagreed with myself on that.

And decided humans should be capable of better words in the midst of raging rowers.

At the last reckoning it’s still a bit of a toss up.

But I am still coming down on the side of doing a practical rowing intervention next time. Take man to the rowing machine, request person on rowing machine get off and then run away without further explanation. I think the situation was solve able, it would require initiative in the art of de-fusing.

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