fall down

[lauralh]

I managed not to blog about the hailstorm that hit when I got off the bus yesterday afternoon. I didn't take pictures, either. I just went inside, surfed a little web, then read for a while.

Thoughts permeate my head but only when I'm not at work; as soon as I get here they evaporate like so much bad beer, and I have nothing interesting to say at all.

On the bus they have this shitty poetry which I can't help reading in the mornings. In the afternoons it's different, my motion sickness seems to return if I read or even play with my cell for too long. I can't read on the bus because of that, apparently I'm the only person affected that way. So I feel like an aliterate but no, really, I just get carsick if I read on the bus. Anyway, the point is this shitty poetry is put up on the bus and it bugs me because I can't stop reading it even though it's so terrible.

This morning I couldn't stop thinking about how I feel like my life is put on hold and I don't know what to do to make it start again. I couldn't stop thinking "what if?" which I don't believe in doing, it's not as bad as praying I suppose but almost. "What if I'd just moved to Seattle after graduating instead of wasting two years in NC?" Well, really, who knows. I suppose I would have gotten a job, since they were being given out like beads to topless girls back then, but a couple years later it all crashed down too. And I don't think I would have gotten the same social network, or any at all necessarily. And maybe I would have died in the earthquake. Yeah, see, "what if" is stupid.

Comments

[candid.livejournal.com]

I used to always want to enter the Shitty Bus Poetry contest, but I never got around to it.

Ode to the Metro

Ode to the Metr-O, V to the izz-A
Fo' shizzle my nizzle better bring his correct change
Ode to the Metr-O, V to the izz-A
Listen you old crone - this last stop Ride Free Zone!
Ode to the Metr-O, V to the izz-A
Don't give me that shit now - pay when you EX-it!
Ode to the Metr-O, V to the izz-A
That's the anthem get'cha damn hands UP!

[lisa.livejournal.com]

i can't read at all if i'm in a moving vehicle. even planes. you're not the only one! but it means on road trips i'm usually the driver cuz otherwise i get bored out of my mind and start to pick fights.

[i-and-i.livejournal.com]

I really doubt anybody thinks you're aliterate if you're not reading on the bus! hehehe :P

yeah "what if" is not the best way to think.. you've just gotta take it one day at a time... i guess that sounds obvious but its really all you can do.. maybe make a plan for the next month and then for the year and so on... i'm sure you can do whatever it is you want to do..

[herbaliser.livejournal.com]

nah, professionals going downtown are all reading.

Transit Poetry

[satanseviltwin.livejournal.com]

Anyway, the point is this shitty poetry is put up on the bus and it bugs me because I can't stop reading it even though it's so terrible.

What do you expect from public transportation? Burroughs or Baudilaire?

Re: Transit Poetry

[herbaliser.livejournal.com]

fuck, i'd prefer ads.

Re: Transit Poetry

[satanseviltwin.livejournal.com]

Some of those "PoMo" goofballs like Baudrillard and Derrida would argue that advertisments are the new poetry.

I don't mind poems on the bus. They are innocuous enough in and of themselves. In fact most of the ones that I have seen were written by grade schoolers. It would be idiotic to hold them up to the highest standards of the artform. My real problem is with the dorks that make the assumption that I need that kind of thing on the bus in the name of beautification. My life and mind are not so boring that every moment needs to be saturated with something that is "beautiful."

Re: Transit Poetry

[herbaliser.livejournal.com]

the grade school ones are charming, and the high school ones are actually not bad. the adult ones tend to piss me off though, and those are the ones I see more of.