178. Jury Duty:
Jury duty was perhaps the worst and most boring thing I could think of doing. Well, at least during weather like this. The skies were clear and blue and the sun was shining brightly. It was the kind of morning that had it been a Disney movie, the little birds would have decorated my hair with flowers and brought me my dressing gown.
As it was, I was stuck inside a court room, listening to people go on and on about, “he did this,” “she stole that,” and I had to pretend I was interested. I also had to decide who was guilty and who was innocent.
Although I didn’t particularly care either way, it did get me thinking about my own life. I wondered if I was in the same position, how people would judge me. Would they be kind and try to be understanding and see it from my point of view? Maybe I was being too harsh in judging. Maybe I wasn’t qualified to make that call on who was right and who was wrong. I didn’t believe in God, but then again, I didn’t think that a human had a right to judge another human.
Either way, I was bored shitless and began to daydream of the long running track near my apartment and being able to eat up the miles with my running shoes. Two more hours and I’d be free. Free to escape the daily grind.