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perfectly_chaotic
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As of late I have been riding the bus once again. The variety of experiences never ceases to amaze me.
For instance, the other day I was doing some writing an incredibly crowded bus and was sort of absorbed in my own little world when I noticed I had just missed my stop. So I quickly began to put my things away and while doing so my elbow gently brushed up against the canvas bag, of the reusable sort, sitting on the lap of the woman in the seat behind me.
She got began to act incredibly angry and I did not even realize she was trying to verbally chastize me. First she told me I need to learn to respect the space of my own seat and stay within it, I believe her bag was protruding into said space through the hole in the headrest next to me, and then asked me how I would feel if she elbowed me in the eyeball.
For a moment or so, after realizing this person was talking at me, I was sort of angry. I wanted to tell her she was over-reacting, but did not react immediately.
Then I realized she must've been having a much worse day than myself so I tried to tell her I was sorry. Her response was to say she did not want to hear it and stick her hand in my face. So I said "Hey look, I really am sorry. I hope you have a great day." She continued on for about 30 seconds throwing insults of the "get a life, get some friends, etc.," until I wished her a good day one more time as I had to get off of the bus.
As I was getting off I watched her, out of the corner of my eye, get into the seat I had been sitting in. She immediately got up and said "Sir, you forgot your umbrella." then proceeded to hand it to me.
Deep down inside of this woman, I realized, was someone who was not truly angry at me.
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perfectly_chaotic
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I was touched that this woman, in as foul of a mood as she had been in, still did not want to see someone else, who she was just acting upset with, lose their things.
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unhinged
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the bus culture in seattle is way different than milwaukee down to how you pay for the bus. strangers aren't afraid to talk to each_other here and when i take the faster bus downtown i inevitably witness strange things.
Monday i was headed across town to my meditation center on the faster bus when a lady sat down next to me and started chatting. one of the first things she mentioned was her kids. then she told me she was on her period and she never has sex without condoms and that humans don't know about love because we've been cast out of gods love.
i smile_and_nod ded through it all and realized i had a brand new definition for the term too_much_information
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unhinged
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or the crazy meth head that got in our face about his dreads
good thing our bus friend forest was there to diffuse the situation
(there doesn't seem to be much of the trucker crack in milwaukee; one of the only bonuses besides being where my baby still lives)
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perfectly_chaotic
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On my ipod: propeller heads w/Shirley bassey. A little boy throws his red glove across the aisle of the crowded bus and laughs. I feel that childlike air run thru my veins and I smile and am a 5 year old in a grown man's body. I would be shocked by the Grey streak swimming above my right brow if I could've seen it then. It's all just a little bit of history repeating.
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epitome of incomprehensibility
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(Great to see you, perfectly_chaotic!)
When I was coming home at about 10 PM a while ago there was a rather drunk guy who struck up a conversation with a bunch of friends. He was especially taken with a young woman's ferret she was carrying in a pet crate. He asked her the name of the ferret and it was named Dexter. Dexter the ferret.
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I was looking at my past blathes and thought that I'd written this:
"For instance, the other day I was doing some writing an incredibly crowded bus and was sort of absorbed in my own little world"
But no.
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e_o_i
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I was looking at my past blathes and thought that I'd written this:
"For instance, the other day I was doing some writing an incredibly crowded bus and was sort of absorbed in my own little world"
But no.
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e_o_i
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Blather, don't double. I already have several doppelgangers and I don't want them to gang up with the Doppler effect again - too whiny.
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