I had a little chuckle at myself when I was transferring buses and
took off running after the next arriving bus. My energy was wasted
because it was the wrong bus at the wrong intersection. For those of
you who know me, it's a typical mishap. I thought it was also very
fitting. My latest quirky sprint is a nice little parallel of my love
life. Chasing the wrong bus is symbolic of constantly getting
involved with the wrong men.
Okay. Okay. I sort of sound like a bitter hag. Given my year, I have
a right to be. But I assure you I am not. I am actually more open
than I have ever been. We all have stories of passion, love and
heartbreak. Details are irrelevant. Although I have to say, I have
heard some stories that still blow my mind, don't make sense and never
will. Including mine. Then again, what sense does chasing the wrong
bus make?
Really it's all about patterns. I am programmed to run after any and
all green buses no matter where they go. It takes getting on the wrong
bus a few times to figure out which bus you're suppose to ride, or to
figure out which stop to wait for the right one. If you are lucky, you
will only have one all out sprint to figure it out. I think its time I start
chasing a blue or yellow or red bus. See where that takes me.
Some prefer frogs. I prefer bus rides. Hope I find the right bus and
route soon. I hope, once I am on, the ride is smooth.
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