Friday, June 14, 2013
Graffiti is a serious problem in many places. But sometimes (only sometimes) it's actually a blessing.
Last night I was walking back from running club, feeling fat and useless because I only managed 10 minutes running before my legs screamed at me to stop. Then I noticed some writing scrawled on a wall:
You, reading this. You are amazing!
Well...that's a refreshing change, I thought, but I'm still cross with myself.
A little further on I went through an underpass below the motorway, and there was more scribbling on the wall:
Don't worry. Be happy.
With a chubby smiley face next to it. I couldn't help it; I smiled too.
On the other side of the underpass you come to junction. You can go left, right, or straight on up some stairs. There was a line that started just under my feet and split into three arrows, one pointing each way. The left arrow said 'Beautiful', the right arrow said 'Confident', and the straight ahead arrow said 'Smart'. My way home was Smart, and I was absolutely grinning by this point.
Coming up to my flat I walked past a row of bollards. Each had one letter written on it
U A R E A M A Z I N G
If only all anti-social behaviour made the world a slightly better place.