I like riding the bus. I don’t always needing to take the bus, but for some reason, it seems like a chance for me to reflect and to consider those around me. I like to wonder what the lives are like of the other passengers and the driver. Riding the bus isn’t the worst thing in the world by far, but here, you’re not supposed to be on the bus. You should have a car. If you’re on the bus, something’s wrong. I like to wonder what’s wrong.
For a portion of my bus ride, he bus is filled mostly with UCI students. For them, nothing’s wrong with this, but once they get off near UCI, then things have changed. Usually there’s a few asian girls who don’t speak English very well and have trouble figuring out how the bus works. They bother the driver slow us down. I wonder where they’re from and what they’re doing here. Then there are the senior citizens getting groceries. I like to wonder about their lives. They’ve been alive so much longer than me. Being old doesn’t inherently mean deserving of respect, but they definitely have a lot to tell me about if I took the time to listen. And then there are the everyday people going to work or returning home. I wonder if they’re happy in life and why they have to take the bus.
Yesterday I Was watching the date scroll by on the little sign on the bus. Suddenly the fact that the day’s date was unique and would never exist again after today popped into my head. March 4, 2011. It only happened once. What did I do with March 4, 2011? I woke up, rolled around in bed for a while, and generally fought the beginning of the day by trying to remain asleep as long as possible. Next I screwed around on the Internet. Man, what minor changes are being made to World of Warcraft? Yeah, there was something about ZG and ZA. I needed to know. Did my friends do anything interesting and share it on Facebook? Did I get any good PR announcements for Game-Boyz? No, I didn’t. Got to scroll through reblogged photos by Nicole and Blair to search for written posts. Did Alex share any sweet Back to the Future photos? I wonder if my favorite author, John Scalzi, has anything new on his blog (he always does). Okay, okay, time to shower. And after I shower, I go get greasy Del Taco with Andy. Del Taco, like I have four or so times per week. Then I walk to the bus, sit down, and watch people while reading my book, Zombie, Spaceship, Wasteland by Patton Oswalt. And finally I reach the bookstore, where I do the oh-so-important, irreplaceable job of ringing people up and telling them where books are. Good bye March 4, 2011. I should really put you down in the history books for what good use of you I made.
It just suddenly seemed strange and kind of sad that time is limited, but I spend it so worthlessly, like most people do. Not that I’ll change this. There are tons of unique, exciting experiences out in there world. And they’re ready to make my blood pressure shoot up, give me headaches, and cause me stress. Why try something new?