Sunday, August 27, 2006
Buses have been figuring a lot in my errant thoughts of late. Presumably my friend's introspective madness is catching. Anyway, I guess it's worth saying that I always choose to sit next to the window if I have a choice, a that I'm generally in the third row from the backseat..My friend decided that those who choose the window seat are the "dreamers and idealists". I have no problems with being called either. But the reason I choose to plunk my butt there is because I know where I'm going, and also see most of the people who get off and on. If I sit next to the window, I have the advantage also off being able to see the next stop and its surroundings and thus have some control over where I'm heading. Not as good as being able to walk (takes WAY too much time even on this tiny Island) but still, I have something. "Dreamers, on the other hand, seek comfort by immersing themselves away from mainstream, choosing to look beyond their physical confines in search of new dream material."I actually do enjoy making up stories about all the people I can and can't see from my vantage point - I like the mystery of not knowing who is behing me, but I'm secure in the knowledge that a far fewer number of people have my back. Less likely to have an enemy there. Plus I can move out onto the aisle with a little more ease...the backseat area seems to have the highest concentration of standing people, for some reason. And I can see where people ge off and wonder what they're going to do and what they have suffered and enjoyed and so on and so forth...my thoughts are pretty undisciplined. :)Another reason why I choose to sit by the window is that you invite life in to visit. If you sit at the aisle you block another person from sitting unless they are bold enough to ask you to make way. Which many aren't. And there are many nice people who give you a smile or thanks, with whom you might converse for a few minutes. There are the awful ones - like sweaty stinky boys in a loud group, one of whom plops onto the seat next to you and proceeds to build up the noise level around you ,as well as the stink factor, yet never once looks at you so it is difficult to get off politely or sit quietly without feeling like an intrusion...but they aren't many, thank goodness. And I've often thought it's about treating others with the consideration you'd like to be given to you - I have often been grateful to be able to drop onto a seat without feeling like I impose on the other passenger, because I simply cannot pack a bag and my shoulder's often in agony by the time I get to the bus stop. :pI guess I also like giving a little. It could be different in other places, but in Singapore people generally look at incoming passengers with stony, expressioless faces, so that it's daunting to ask for a seat. :s I'd rather not terrify anyone else like that, so I sit at the window and reap the other benefits. SO. I'm done rambling now, and I just have to say - my JC teachers were lying. It is SO much harder being in uni than it was to get through a day in JC...I've spent most of the weekend studying and there've only been two weeks of lectures. Ah hell...But I did watch Monster House it WZ yesterday...jeez, I was scared at times and it was a Cartoon...I need a boyfriend so I can dig holes in his arm instead of my own poor shoulders. Sigh...And now I have a Welsh lesson to complete. So. Byeeee!Love, Eve.