The thing about buses is they're misleading. You wait at a bustop in the pouring rain or the sweltering sun, it's always late, and takes forever to get to your chosen destination.
But the thing is, buses are amazing.
I reached this epiphany today as i sat in the suprisingly comfortable blue seat, my knees pushed up against the back of the seat in front of me, head comfortably back on the lovely cushioned headrests, the bus was almost empty (a youth reading the paper and an old woman) and I was staring out the window with Mick-Jagger's haunting voice playing Angie in my ears as I clutched my ipod with absentminded fingers. The moving bus is a suprisingly lulling sensation and i found myself with my eyes drifting shut, and that's when I realised I hadn't been so relaxed and happy in a while, I was literally grinning out the window into nothing, and that was the moment of realisation that buses were in fact, my vice.
You can relex and time out, not worry about what's happening in the future, just concentrate on everything all around you, and be happy.
I think everyone should take the bus, I spend half my life on the things, and I haven't turned out too bad. In small doses they actually help you, they give you time to think, and in our lives, so dictated by time, that is a very unusual and good thing.
so appreciate the small things in life, because its all the little things like bus rides that make the world the amazing place it is today.
