Ok, i realise this is a little later than it should be, but once you read this you will understand why it has been delayed. Anyway, on the Wednesday just past I had my Maths Ext1 exam and due to a lack of wanting to take the bus to school with a swarm of smeely children, i thought i would take the 413 (public bus that takes me almost straight to school practically from my very house). It was on this bus, upon this day, that the postable event occured.
Getting on the bus that morning, i felt the eyes of all the current passengers drilling into me - the questions "Why is the School Boy catching our bus?" and "Dressed in fancy Blazer and Tie - going the 'whole hog' isn't he? Is he trying to make us feel poor?" seemed to pour forth from their clenched jaws and tight features. I tried to ignore them and their probing natures, though it was difficult I admit - I am often too conscious of other people when i shouldn't be, and vice versa. I sat down in front of an young, anglo-looking guy with a goaty and dark glasses, in the seat across from the door. There other main player already on the bus was an older, darker-skinned man two seats behind the mid-door. There were other people on the bus at the time, of course, scattered around just enough to make it seem full as you got on, but with enough space to fit at least another ten or fifteen people sitting. There was, in front of me once i was seatced, the only other obviously empty seat.
We chugged along for a while with various and unappealing minor changes in the passenger manifest until a third of the way throught the trip. At this point, a couple entered the bus - this couple was the basis of the event. They sat down in front of me - the young, extremely tall, shoulder-length blond-haired anglo guy next to the window and the young, unusually tall (for ethnicity reasons alone) asian lady with hair down to her hips taking the isle seat. They entered the bus giggling, but this was the least of their public displays of affection.
Now, personally, i have nothing against their PDAs - if the whole world would just be a little more damn "loving", i think we would all be better off. The problem was, though, that they were doing it right in front of me. I had taken the isle seat and my bag the window seat, so looking out the window to avoid the appearance of "staring" to both the couple and the two men behind me with the clearest view of myself and the PDAs was not only a litle uncomfortable, it was an obvious diversion from the stark truths set before me to all those behind me. There were, of course, other options including staring at my entrancing and wnthralling fngers as they nimbly caressed each other in an attempt to restore blood flow and a more "normal" hue, looking down the isle as new people came onto the bus and making myself seem intensely interested upon their choice of seating, or staring straight at the couple as they snuggled and kissed (loudly, i might add, did they kiss, or more correctly, did he kiss her). I tried to take a little from each column and change my interests around - street and houses out the window, purple fingers, mum with baby and stroller getting on (and then off) the bus, and checking the couple "absent mindedly" so as not to appear as if i were purposely "looking away", even though that was my main aim.
They eventually left the bus with only two stops to go on my journey, and though this was a relief to my eyes and neck which were getting tired of their constant roaming, longing for the chance to take a load off their feet and sit down comfortably for a while, i felt saddened; not only had i just both been forced to witness and been forced to miss love in action due to my initial choice in seating, but i had felt too stupid to do an extra fifteen to twenty minutes worth of Maths Ext1 studying and had therefore neglected it. The extra study would have made little difference to the final outcome, but it would have been a more suitable scapegoat to my "lovestruck" problem.
On my way home that afternoon, i am almost certain that the young man with the goaty and thick, dark glasses that had been sitting behind me was, again, on the bus. This led me to ponder "Has this queer (no, not necessarily gay, just queer) man been riding the bus all day? Has he been searching for the right stop, gotten lost several times, and been forced to retrace the route over and over and over again? Does he need a friend and is waiting for someone to it next to him so he can start a conversation?". At this final question i hurriedly moved past him and began talking to two fellow Ext1 Exam Haters on the back seat (the "queer" man was now sitting just behind where the other man from that morning had been sitting). I do hope he found his friend, or his destination, or his life for that matter - it would be sad if he were forcibly made to ride the 413 from Campsie Station to the City for the rest of his life, or eternity as the case may be, without ever finding what he was looking for that day.
If you are still unsure as to why this post didn't get written until just "now" ("this" will now be the third time i have sat down to work on this post as it is actually currently the second time, but i am in nowhere near an area with accessible internet connection at the moment, so i cannot post it), the reason is this - Maths Extension 1 exam was furiously hard and forced all precepts of the English Language out of my thought-processes for at least a day, and this was followed by procrastination before study for the Geograpy exam that i had "today" [timestamp: 11:37 Thursday 11th August 2005], and then the actual exam which was "today".
So, there you have the reason why it is a late post and what the "incident" was. Now i shall be able to sleep in peace. Just remember - you are all full of lies and propaganda posters, and that is why i like you.
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