Yesterday I was complimented on my ability, nay, my unconscious practice of walking fast. Sometimes I walk fast. I do. (I guess...) And I write this post only for irony's sake, because today, at approximately the same time of day, a different individual remarked on this same practice...but wondered if I was okay. Was I cold? Was I in a hurry to get somewhere? Why did I walk so fast?
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Can't please everybody, I guess.
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I applaud anyone who walks fast. At least you have one more person on your side.
I concur. As a mutual fast walker, it is incredibly difficult to slow my pace. It's just the speed I am naturally comfortable with. It has little or nothing to do with anything else.
I have a theory that absent minded people walk faster, not slower as you might think. That is not a saying you are a ditz, but one whose pace of walking matches the speed of your thoughts. I walk fast because I am not paying attention to it and it just feels better. Having walked miles in Brazil to appointments you always seemed late to may have helped the subconcious training.
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