even though the stars are blind

I have officially become one of my once much loathed 'red light runners'. I was sitting at this light tonight, for perhaps a good 6 minutes, and it didn't turn green. Now I've sat at this light many a night waiting for it to turn green, often times doing U-turns and taking a different route home, but no, not this time. I was fed up. I knew I wouldn't pass go and collect two hundred dollars, so I glanced both ways, and then floored it.

It's funny what we do when we think no one's looking. It's even funnier to pretend that no one can see us in our cars while we're driving--we belt out song lyrics, flip the bird....all sorts of things that we would never normally do in the company of people. What is it about a glass window that gives us the security to be people we would never be in the real world? What is it about the real world that keeps us from being who we really are??

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On a "lighter" note, there is a crazy homeless woman who lives in the Medical School. She sleeps on our couches, pesters us for money at local businesses such as Starbucks, and the Methodist Cafeteria, applies for scholarships via the web, and tells us to get off the elevators when we happen to hop on with her.

A group of us speculated whether or not she was a former Medical School Student gone awry (as we have witnessed before with a crazy Opthamologist). I always jested about not leaving college, but seriously, not leaving Medical School is a pretty sweet deal. You have clean showers, beds, free internet, and pretty much anyone you ask for money is willing to give it (thanks to living in an altruistic community). Maybe she's not so crazy after all.