Never thought that I’m one but yesterday’s experience showed me that I’m not as strong as I thought I am.
I was on my home, on the usual bus. You know how buses in Jakarta are like; stuffy, cramped, with the usual performers and hawkers getting on and off (you have them all the time you don’t usually pay attention to them). Yesterday’s performer was not the standard type however, very out of the ordinary that you WOULD at some point notice him. He was some kinda a street magician, a debus performer to be exact. You heard me right, debus, the mystical art of Banten. He did stunts like chewing on shards of glasses and then threw them out, and for the main attraction he -get this- slit his arm with a shard of glass (gasp). Needless to say, all the while he was making all those slits I was looking the other way. I mean, I was already rattled enough when I saw a paper he pulled out of his pocket was blotted with blood here and there. There’s just no way that I’m watching him cutting himself.
I really don’t understand the logic of him thinking that we’d give him some money for his stunts since I don’t think you can’t call that entertainment. Instead of entertaining us it freaked us (well, most of the female passengers) out.. No way in hell I’m paying for something that freaked me out.
Ergo through this episode I found out that I am faint-hearted when it comes to real-life blood.
Thinking back, he should stop those stunts. I mean, what if he has hepatitis or something? He might pass it to a passenger who got into contact with the blood.