Today, I have waited for a bus.
Sometimes, it feels like you've been waiting forever for one to come your way. When it's raining, and dark and miserable and you just want one to come along and take you away from it all, drive on to a better place. Somehow, it seems that there are no buses to be seen.
Sometimes, perhaps more frustratingly, there's buses everywhere, all perfectly willing to take customers for a ride, but none of them are the right routes for you. You could get on the next bus, and maybe you'd be dry and safe for a while, but in the end, you still have to find your way back home. It'd probably take much longer, too.
Sometimes, it's like, hey, I don't need a bus today, I could just walk along at my own pace, there's no rush. Walking gives me some thinking time, too. Sometimes I think that, but then after a while, the path seems ever so long and lonely and I wonder - why didn't I just take the bus when I had the chance?!
There lies part of the perplexing decision. You could've waited for a bus, but what if it never came? Then you're no better off, and you'd have to walk, anyway. Might as well make the conscious decision to walk, I suppose. Then if a suitable bus passes, you could hop on, or if you're happy still walking, just let it pass. There'll always be another bus. There's plenty more buses on the road.
Sometimes, that's half the problem. There's always more buses on the road. So how do you judge the best one to get? You could hop on the first one you see, knowing it'll only take you half the way. But that's still infinitely further than nowhere. You could wait for the one that takes you comfortably straight home. But again, what if that one never arrives? Or what if it's just too late to be worth the wait? Sure you could stand back and save your pennies for the best bus service, but a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, so might as well get the one that's ready and waiting with it's doors wide open? It's so very tempting.
Then again, you could just choose to drive your own car instead.
On the jukebox: Liberty X ~ Holding On For You - L to the I to B to E to the R to the TY X!
Sometimes, it feels like you've been waiting forever for one to come your way. When it's raining, and dark and miserable and you just want one to come along and take you away from it all, drive on to a better place. Somehow, it seems that there are no buses to be seen.
Sometimes, perhaps more frustratingly, there's buses everywhere, all perfectly willing to take customers for a ride, but none of them are the right routes for you. You could get on the next bus, and maybe you'd be dry and safe for a while, but in the end, you still have to find your way back home. It'd probably take much longer, too.
Sometimes, it's like, hey, I don't need a bus today, I could just walk along at my own pace, there's no rush. Walking gives me some thinking time, too. Sometimes I think that, but then after a while, the path seems ever so long and lonely and I wonder - why didn't I just take the bus when I had the chance?!
There lies part of the perplexing decision. You could've waited for a bus, but what if it never came? Then you're no better off, and you'd have to walk, anyway. Might as well make the conscious decision to walk, I suppose. Then if a suitable bus passes, you could hop on, or if you're happy still walking, just let it pass. There'll always be another bus. There's plenty more buses on the road.
Sometimes, that's half the problem. There's always more buses on the road. So how do you judge the best one to get? You could hop on the first one you see, knowing it'll only take you half the way. But that's still infinitely further than nowhere. You could wait for the one that takes you comfortably straight home. But again, what if that one never arrives? Or what if it's just too late to be worth the wait? Sure you could stand back and save your pennies for the best bus service, but a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, so might as well get the one that's ready and waiting with it's doors wide open? It's so very tempting.
Then again, you could just choose to drive your own car instead.
On the jukebox: Liberty X ~ Holding On For You - L to the I to B to E to the R to the TY X!
I call it Sod's Law. I would like to meet him one day, talk at hime about my grievances.
ReplyDeleteHappy Time away from Uni :o) xx
I understand!
ReplyDeleteAnyone who has to rely on a bus round us (at home) to get somewhere on a regular basis spends their life cursing Travel West Midlands. I did for seven years as Dickie will atest to.
The funny thing is that as soon as I came to university and buses became an optional part of life (and indeed a strictly indulgent one because you can perfectly well get by on stuff within walking distance), the lack of a decent public transport system in Durham annoyed me more. Sure, the buses turn up here and they turn up on time(!!)... there just don't go everywhere that they could usefully do so.
Heh, I guess the subtle metaphor was a bit too subtle...
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To be fair, if you ever have to put up with buses in/around Birmingham for any amount of time, the word "bus" becomes like a red rag to a bull...
ReplyDeleteTo be fair to Lucy, it's hard to know if you're alluding to something else without knowing what else you could be alluding to, if you catch my drift?
Now I read it again... OK :-)
ReplyDeleteSometimes there are no buses. Sometimes there is a bus, but you can't get on it 'cos you don't have the right change at the time. Sometimes you think know exactly which bus can take you home and you hold your hand out as you see it approaching but it refuses to stop for you and sails straight past.
And sometimes theres already someone on the bus.
ReplyDeleteTo be fair to all, that is why I gave the hint, I don't like to be too explict, as writing flows more freely with an allegory or hypothetical happening to hide behind :oD
ReplyDeleteI think I got it ;o)
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