Cyclists in Amsterdam

Of the many frustrating habits that cyclists in Amsterdam have, none is more annoying than people who try to pass waiting other cyclists at a red light, trying to get to the head of the queue, and then being the slowest people to get going once the light turns green, holding up all the people behind them. Ugh. That’s worse than them ignoring red lights, ignoring pedestrians crossing the road at a cross walk, or the ones that look at their phones while cycling.

The Privilege of Annoyance

Joasia and I are currently spending the day with her mother and her mother’s friend. Both are older and are peppering us with useless information. I don’t understand either of them so Joasia is taking the brunt of the annoyance. Looking at her deal with it is interesting since I will never know the privilege of getting annoyed at my mother or rolling my eyes at her insistence of sharing silly info with me. It makes me envious and sad.

Crazy Night of Dreams

This evening I woke up at 4:00 and felt like I was done sleeping. I played around on my phone for about an hour before falling back asleep. That’s when the nutty dreams started.

I had a dream within a dream, but I didn’t realise it. I was dreaming about something really sad and I was crying. I was afraid of waking up Joasia, so I woke up. When I saw that she wasn’t stirring, I was wondering what had made me so sad. And then I really woke up. (Or did I!?) I fell back asleep for another hour, and then I woke up again because I was once again overcome with sadness.



I think the sign of an organised society is their ability to queue, which is why it is so frustrating each time I see Dutch people absolutely fail at it.