I am extremely frustrated at the moment!! I waited almost 2 hours for the metro to arrive and take me home from a location that was clearly a 30 minute walk. Surprisingly enough, this experience made me realize allot. First, it made me realize that I couldn't fly. Darwin knows that a good portion of the time I waited was spent daydreaming about how awesome it would be to have wings and how cool I would look flying over people's cars while they were stuck in traffic. Second, it made me realize how indecisive I truly am. I despise the fact that, even though I told myself I would walk home if the bus did not arrive after 15 minutes, I decided to wait. But there was good logic behind my decision to stay...or so I thought. You see, after the first 20 minutes of waiting, I had began to walk home when it suddenly hit me. "What if I waited all this time and then as soon as I cross the street, the bus arrives?" so I waited.
Time went by sooooo sloooowly for those 2 hours of waiting. I felt that I had waited too long to just give in and walk home. I waited and waited and every now and then I would confuse truck lights for the bus and get exited for nothing.
During my waiting period, I realized one last thing: people really dislike the company of strangers. As I stood at the bus stop, more and more people accumulated and I saw how people would go out of their way to avoid any unfamiliar human contact.
Everyone was spaced out facing different directions and even the people sitting down on the bench would place their small bags on the seat next to them so no one would sit next to them. Then I thought about all the times I've been on a bus and I acknowledged that people would rather stand the whole trip on a bus than sit down next to a stranger. It was really sad actually. I tried to see if my idea was wrong by smiling at the few people who would actually make eye contact with me and not one of them smiled back, they just looked at me like some kind of psycho waiting to take their soul. But I guess that’s how we're built for some reason, maybe to avoid uncomfortable situations or something of the sort.
Eventually the bus did arrive and for the first time in my life, I saw how sexy the sight of a bus was after 2 hours of waiting! I felt like a Metro sexual, get it? It was like if all the unnecessary waiting had paid off! Like the orgasm after the long hours of sex or hearing a splash in the water after two hours of constipation. In other words, it felt good to be on my way home!
