Cycling

Cycles excite me.


I love them, keep borrowing them like a completely insane person. I mean, it wouldn't be understandable even if I knew how to ride a bicycle, which I don't. I want to learn, and that's the main reason I beg, borrow and--no, I stop short of stealing them. Honest.
But once I obtain the bicycle, in the incredibly legal ways I've listed above, there's nothing I can do with it. Like, I just sort of stand around admiring it. Occasionally I get the guts to actually ride it. Usually when there's people around to ridicule me.

"What the hell are you doing with that cycle? You haven't moved an inch!"

And then I fall over. Or hit someone. And then I just give up. :(

So what's the problem here? Well, not to repeat myself or anything, but I want to learn how to ride a bicycle. Not that borrowing random boys' bicycles will help me with that.

So the thing is, in the words of someone I've caught myself unconsciously imitating in this regard, this whole can-I-have-your-cycle-perfect-stranger isn't really working out for me. I just realised that. So I'm not doing that anymore.

Hmm. I'm actually having trouble putting this on pape--well, you know what I mean. I never have problems writing these blog posts. But now I am. Is this--gasp--blogger's block?! Is there even such a thing?

Googling...

googling...

goo--

Found it. Nope, it's not blogger's block, because I always have things to write about; I just can't seem to get it out in the right order today. And that's just very, very depressing. What can I do if I don't write?

Oh, well. At least I can cycle  am a dab hand at fruit ninja am good at manipulating people

I guess I'm screwed.