an all too familiar scene....
coming home today from the city i realised that a packed bus is full of so many stories. Every person that steps on has a story to tell. Where have they been? Where are they going? And how amazing it is that all of our stories have this 30 minute bus ride in common. No matter where we've been, or what we've experienced that day, or what happens after we hop off, there is still that noisy, crowded bus ride that we shared together.. So maybe we have more in common than we think....
woke up at 3am, did an exam at 8.30, drove to a friend's house at 10.30, went to city at 11.00, bought african wrist-bands, caught the 130.....
woke up, morning prayers, morning sickness, journeyed to mater hospital to check on the baby, caught the 130.....
woke up, hit snooze, running late for work, run to work. get fired, caught the 130.....
woke up, all excited, today is THE day! go into the city, wait for him. he's not coming. caught the 130.....
woke up, depressed at the mundanity of my life, went to school yet again... i have no friends.. after school, go shopping, buy a new bikini from city beach, caught the 130.....
woke up, we haven't landed yet, this is so exciting, I've never been to Australia! when i land, i take the train into the city, and I know I have to catch a bus to auntie's, i caught the 130.....
.... and the list goes on
there must be at least 40 people on that bus, and every one of them tells a different story..
but we all keep to ourselves.
why all the secrets?
ok, but how weird would it be to just tell everyone on the bus what you've been up to.
I guess some people find solitude in bus rides. their own alone time.. time to contemplate their thoughts, or get lost in their own imagination.
all this in a noisy, crowded bus.
maybe life isn't as mundane as was thought.
3 comments:
i think this all the time!
great post - you put it into words beautifully b-dawg.
Claire fails at posting! Gah!
Here is what I said:
Firstly, ditto... secondly, I'm one of the 'get lost in your imagination' people.
Although, I do that because I think it would be odd to turn to the person next to me and start a convo. Several times I've told myself to chat to the person who sits next to me on the ride to or from uni. Then I think; "What if they don't want me to?"
In the end, I don't.
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