BF2S Forums I like riding the bus

gnot<3 wrote:

damn bro, sux2bpoor

I feel for ya

david363 wrote:

try being 6 foot 6 and having to stand, your head is cm's away from the roof and at every bump *BANG* head and roof meet.

Macbeth wrote:

When I arrived to class today, I stood outside and smoked a cigarette with the hope that I would see the Asian girl in my class that I always talk to. She didn't show up today, her alcoholism was probably getting the best of her.

I then proceeded into class and sat down and listened to Metal Gear Solid theme music until a another Asian girl I always talk to came in. We chatted for a quick second until our professor came in and went over to me and handed me a copy of the opera Otello. It was the opera form of Othello. I thanked her and promised to watch it. Even though I arrived about 10 minutes late my first day of class my professor has taken a liking to me, I assume. She knows my fascination with Shakespeare after I asked a question about personalty disorders and the character's Macbeth and Iago. It's a psychology class.

After class I left with the other Asian and continued chain smoking until I arrvied at my next class, I feel asleep in it for 5 minutes, nobody noticed. It was Algebra I knew all of the stuff already anyway.

After that class I went to the local McDonlads and had a nice lunch until the people around me aroused my anger with their futile existence. I left brought a newspaper and waited for my next class to start for about 45 minutes. When another student came, she aroused my anger once more and I had to harshly yet civily make her feel bad about her life. I apologized afterward but the damage was done. Class ended later and I left for home.

m3thod wrote:

Macbeth wrote:

When I arrived to class today, I stood outside and smoked a cigarette with the hope that I would see the Asian girl in my class that I always talk to. She didn't show up today, her alcoholism was probably getting the best of her.

I then proceeded into class and sat down and listened to Metal Gear Solid theme music until a another Asian girl I always talk to came in. We chatted for a quick second until our professor came in and went over to me and handed me a copy of the opera Otello. It was the opera form of Othello. I thanked her and promised to watch it. Even though I arrived about 10 minutes late my first day of class my professor has taken a liking to me, I assume. She knows my fascination with Shakespeare after I asked a question about personalty disorders and the character's Macbeth and Iago. It's a psychology class.

After class I left with the other Asian and continued chain smoking until I arrvied at my next class, I feel asleep in it for 5 minutes, nobody noticed. It was Algebra I knew all of the stuff already anyway.

After that class I went to the local McDonlads and had a nice lunch until the people around me aroused my anger with their futile existence. I left brought a newspaper and waited for my next class to start for about 45 minutes. When another student came, she aroused my anger once more and I had to harshly yet civily make her feel bad about her life. I apologized afterward but the damage was done. Class ended later and I left for home.

Since was anyone around her instretsed in your mundane daily routine? you could have at least posted some pics or said asians and teachers.

And stop smoking.

Macbeth wrote:

I had a deep thought on my way home from class today. I was on the bus at about 8:50 and I noticed how much I actually really love it.
There is so many people there with all different lives and views on things all gathering around in a little metal box to get to another point to continue their lives.

3 things I love seeing, the 20-40 year old couple on the bus, the 40 something year old going to the local Community College, and the woman with a baby.

The 25-40 year old couple is always a site to behold. It's like watching true love, kinda. You always see the man and woman sit close together. The man always has a grime melancholy look on his face. You could feel the depression and shame of him not having a car and being forced to ride the bus with his partner. With a blank stare ahead, dreaming of whats to come later and of better times with his partner, hopefully with a car.

Then there's the woman, and here is where I get the love part. The way she looks at the man; wide eyed and with a look of pure ecstasy. Curled up close to him snuggling as the bus drives along. As she looks at him with her wide eyes and smile you could feel the love of "I don't care whatever happens I still love him". Something beautiful about it.

Then there is the 40 something year old going to the community college. With a look of desperation on their faces at all times. They at any moment could just break into tears, sad to see but it makes me wonder about them. I wonder in my mind where did they go wrong in their lives that they have to go to a Community College at the age of 40, holding books like Basic Algebra and GED prep. Drugs, sex, laziness or some other misfortune put them into that situation I think. I want to reach out every time and ask them "where did you fail at life at" but it would be cruel.

The woman with a baby is a hybrid of both of the earlier groups. With the hopelessness of the 40 year old but with the love of the couple. She knows she fucked up somewhere that she is in her mid 20's riding a bus with a young child but she still has hope that maybe in all she could do something to give her child a better life then she has now. She wants the best for that child and would surely give her life if she was attacked by a lunatic. Every time she looks at the child my stone heart melts, you could feel the love.

That is why I love my bus ride every Tuesday and Thursday.

JahManRed wrote:

1927 wrote:

I hate riding the bus 'cos when I stand up I get pins and needles and fall over as the driver hits every pot hole he can, watching me in his internal mirrors as I stumble down the top deck isle knocking turbans and heads as I go.

Don't fret, Obama will fix those pot holes for you.................personally.