The Bus
So I both love and hate the bus.
Love because it gives me time to observe everyone else.
Hate because it gives me time to reflect.
Since I have over an hour each way, it goes back a while. Today I thought about the time a buddy at work told me to go talk to some random girl a year ago since I thought she was cute. I thought he was trying to set me up to make a fool of myself, when in fact, I now think he was just trying to help.
I really don't like reflection, because I am more than capable of remembering every minor situation I dealt with incorrectly.
On the bright side.... I get bus gets me to beer, and I get to watch people.... I guess it evens out?
Love because it gives me time to observe everyone else.
Hate because it gives me time to reflect.
Since I have over an hour each way, it goes back a while. Today I thought about the time a buddy at work told me to go talk to some random girl a year ago since I thought she was cute. I thought he was trying to set me up to make a fool of myself, when in fact, I now think he was just trying to help.
I really don't like reflection, because I am more than capable of remembering every minor situation I dealt with incorrectly.
On the bright side.... I get bus gets me to beer, and I get to watch people.... I guess it evens out?