commute

Ok so since I've been working at QPAC (which I absolutely LOVE! Best job I could possibly think of), I've been catching the bus..

and i've come to realise...

that I could write an entire novel on the events of one bus trip alone.
I never say a word along the whole journey, but there is so much said that doesn't need words.
I could write about the people that I encounter, and my thoughts about them. The people I find myself deeply intrigued by, and end up staring at them, only to pull my gaze away, realising how creepy it must seem. I think a lot about if people are doing the same to me.. what must they think? Are they judging me the way I am judging them? surely, they are. Oh, what I would give to know what they are thinking.

And then there's the bus driver.. for some reason I am fascinated by them. I always watch them in their little rear-vision mirror. What must they think? They must judge everyone as they get on their bus. They would have to! It is sort of their job, isn't it? And I wonder what sort of day they've had, because obviously that impacts what mood I find them in.

I rather like catching the bus. It makes me feel more of a citizen, if that makes sense? More of a commuter, a part of this city. Using public transport makes me feel good about myself, and I feel involved in the whole scheme of things. Whereas when I'm in my car, I'm so removed from society. Isolated. I am in my own little world, listening to my radio, and not really caring about the other people on the roads. In fact, I don't even look at the people in the cars.. just the cars themselves.. Driving is so much more impersonal than buses. In a sense, you build a kind of rapport with the other "regulars" that catch the same bus at the same time. They are your safety-net on the bus. I'd like to think they had my back, and that I have theirs. And hey, one day someone might just actually say something.

out.