Mistempered Weapons

Rachel has a brilliant entry on her blog where she writes about the appeal of knives and the predictable results when it’s mixed with human emotions, particularly those of a teenager "awash with hormones and insecurities, dreamy and silly and hyper-sensitive to the pettiest slight". Go and read it, and then come back here. Go on, I’ll wait.

 

Good piece, wasn’t it? Now, while you’re digesting it, I’ll tell you something. Last Monday evening, we were out working in the garden. We heard the sound of a moped passing the end of the drive. To our astonishment, we also heard the sound of its teenage rider yelling "Homo! Homo!" as he passed by. I was instantly seized by an adrenaline rush and became extremely angry. For a moment there, if I had been in a position to do so, I am sure I would have dragged the young oik off his bike and given him a good thrashing. So it is not just teenagers who can be hyper-sensitive. Still, I would like to look that boy in the face and ask him why he was being such a wanker.