Public Transport
Ok, so I take public transport most days, the days when I can’t persuade my girlfriend to chauffeur me around that is, and it really dumbfounds me how retarded the people on the bus seem. No matter how shit I feel about myself or my life when I get on, I always feel at least a little better when I get off, knowing I’m not like the majority of the people I’ve just had the misfortune of sitting in close proximity to.
Lets take this morning for example, I got on the bus as normal, but there were a lot more people on it than usual. I went upstairs, as usual, and sat in roughly the normal place I sit, didn’t really take much notice to anyone around me. Now the first thing that struck me was the man about 2 rows infront of me, he obviously had mental health problems, since he was jabbering away to himself in a tone I couldn’t, and didn’t, want to understand. This made me uneasy, I’m all for people like that to be allowed out, but hell, not on public transport and not on their own. To add to the rather loud conversation he was having with himself he also constantly turned his head around as if to view the people on the upper deck of the bus, and every time somebody got on he would eyeball them rather fiercely, as I guess he’d done to me when I get on, but I wasn’t looking in his direction.
Now to my right was a guy, about my age, similar height. He had startling pink hair. Yes, pink. And was wearing a garish yellow top and black jeans and had several face piercings. Now this I could deal with. I’m not one of these people who gets freaked out when someone isn’t dressed what many would consider to be ‘normal’, it was the fact that this guy had an MP3 player and was blaring it out at full blast. With some crappy emo screaming rock music streaming out to the carriage, it was so loud I could make out some of the lyrics and I was sitting a good 5 feet away from him.
Now as if this bus ride couldn’t get any stranger, at the stop after I got on, two fairly old women got on, I’d say they were in their late 50s, early 60s. They sat directly behind me, and almost immediately despite the racket that was still emitting from this freaks MP3 player, decided to hold a conversation. But, because of the music, they were literally shouting at each other, and considering they were right behind me, I was getting rather pissed off. The conversation wasn’t the slightest bit interesting either, you know sometimes you eavesdrop and people are talking about really interesting shit, like a some dramatic event that’s happened to them, I like that, If I’m forced to listen to their crap, it might as well be interesting. But these two women were talking (shouting) about the christmas television schedule and how interesting it was (see the next post down for my opinions on that).
I had a mentally disturbed man talking to himself rather loudly in front of me, a confused repressed and rather miserable looking pink haired guy blaring out crappy screamo shit to my right, and two old ladies shouting in my ear.
And whats worse, I had to endure all those three things for close on 40 minutes, and none of them relented.
I take it the lower deck was worse?
Lower deck was full of old people, no room.
Avoid public transportation at all costs really. I can’t stand people’s ruckus conversation in places like that.
Fortunately I don’t take the bus often unless i go to high wycombe, in which case it works out cheaper than the train ride. Nevertheless I take my iPod with me to drown out the sound of old people chattering on about how they bought new slippers yesterday. ^_^
Learn to drive ASAP. I hated public transport.
Yeah, public transportation really sucks. I have to take an hour long bus ride to school, with 4 or 5 8th graders screaming out certain body parts which I won’t comment on, at the security guard that checks our ID cards, but anyway, what I’d reccomend to pass the time and avoid those people is to bring your own mp3 and listen to that, but hey, it’s your choice.