lauralh | where'd I put those damn earplugs (Reply)

So along with

victory_goddess's doppelganger, this morning on the bus there was a little kid. Which, ok, whatever, I didn't even notice him till he started screaming his head off. And that was annoying, but it was over pretty quick. Yesterday, though, one of the buses never came, so I (and a huge crowd of peeps) had to wait for the next one, so I quickly quickly snapped up a seat in front. These are the sideways-facing seats, and I ended up with my head facing some bum's crotch. I mean, he hadn't showered, and for like ten minutes he stared at me. I stared firmly to my right, out the windshield, till I could feel his gaze easing off me. He wore a belt like my father used to, a big black leather one with two holes for two prongs. My father used to use it to discipline us till we were too old.

So, these two nasty little bus people both intruded upon my life, and I guess it's just because of two factors. First of all, I live in my own little world, and I don't like being broken out of it. And secondly, every little thing seems to break me out of it. I'm conservative in that way; I don't like loud noises or people acting weird or dramatic. I get very uncomfortable being accosted by street people for money or even just directions, and catcalls bother me on a level additional to the standard one. Actually those are really the worst, like someone firing a gun across your field of vision just to get your attention. But anything is like that, to a lesser degree, honestly.