Never have I ever

 Things have been wildly lately. Yet I have continued to fall in love with life. Today I am here to tell the world about how dumb a sapiosexual can get. (Double standards)

It was a Saturday and I had to travel to a city to meet my therapist and rant about my life in general. I happened to start an argument with the people I live with. Until then I was pissed. I took the bus, put some headphones on. After a few minutes, the bus reached a point where it had to take a left turn. Instead, it kept going straight and my so very analytical mind started calculating to find some route to my town unknown to me which the bus was about to take. And then it hit me.. I AM ON THE WRONG BUS. And I, acting like a person who has basically given up on life, asked the conductor to drop me at the next stop which btw was 8 km away simply because my lazy ass didn't feel like standing up and leaving......  I reached there..... had to wait for 20 minutes for the bus to come back.

Alright, I said to myself, repeated To err is human for the millionth time in this 23rd year of my human life as I reached back in my city and started waiting for the right bus. Point to be noted, by this time. my best friend was on the call with me because I was at my limit of dealing with myself. I kept talking to her and took the bus., sat in it and kept talking to her. The bus conductor came to me and asked about where I wished to go. I said Jalandhar. Can you even imagine what happened?????? I was on the wrong bus.. AGAIN. This time I didn't wish to go further and got off the bus. To this.. my dear best friend said.. dude do you really wanna come? Are you sure you can travel alone? 

Safe to say... I got the right bus after this. and reached the destination. Now my point is.. Do you know why this incident matters to me a lot. because it lights me up. I learned to be honest in my stupidities from this. Even though I was angry at myself, not for a second I forget to enjoy it. This utter chaos I was a part of is also a perfect metaphor for life in general. Now the question is do you try to make it less chaotic or do you enjoy it as it is being offered to you?


 

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