Graffiti is Frustrating
Sunday morning after I fell, got up, put my shoe back on, wiped away the blood and continued my run in training for the Country Music Half Marathon, I saw some graffiti painted on a bridge in the Riverwalk subdivision. It read, F*** Pigs! A homeowner/board member was already painting over the obscenity. Families with small children were enjoying the nice day outside. “Why would someone do this?” I asked the man cleaning up the mess. “Frustration,” he replied.
Sure, we are all frustrated. My husband and I are still struggling to make a living while being unemployed. We are very frustrated at times.
I was frustrated that I had a bad fall during the first mile of my ten-mile training run. But I got back up and finished at least 8-9 miles of the run with a broken wrist and bleeding face.
Graffiti is littering and defacing public property. It is a crime. To me, that’s frustrating.