The Most Repulsive On The Bus

I just got home from a nice din­ner with Aaron, Karen, and Chris. On the bus ride back, there was a woman sit­ting in front of me, who I could­n’t help but look at. I watched, the entire trip, as she peeled an orange, and threw all the skin and fibre on the floor. Then she would spit seeds into her hand and throw those on the floor too. It was one of the most repul­sive things I’ve ever seen. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE.

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  1. Ahhh yes…the eter­nal ques­tion.

    I have my own slant on this ques­tion though. I meet a lot of peo­ple online through web­sites. I’ve notices an annoy­ing trend that goes some­thing like this:

    1. Talk to them online a lot, because gen­er­al­ly I’m not doing any­thing else.
    2. Things come up and I get busy. I’m not avail­able to chat as much as I used to be, or sched­ules con­flict.
    3. When they catch me online again, I get this fuck­ing atti­tude that I owe them some­thing. They get pissed off at me when I have to go to bed because I have a fuck­ing job, or because I have some­thing else I have to be doing instead of chat­ting.
    4. I am there­fore con­sid­ered an insen­si­tive ass­hole because I don’t drop my fuck­ing life to enter­tain them.

    Fuck that.

  2. Shit man! I got tonz of bus sto­ries. We should trade. Anyways, this oth­er time I don’t know what I was think­ing. There was this huge mus­cu­lar dude that was eat­ing BK across from me. After he was done he dumped every­thing in his brown BK paper bag and tossed it under the seat. When he got up I yelled “You for­got some­thing bud­dy, this ain’t your house, your mama ain’t going to pick­up after you”. Dude just smirks and swears at me. So just as he’s going down the steps to get off the bus, I grab his bk bag, throw it out the door at his back and say “THANKYOUUUU! PLEASE COME AGAIN!” while the door is clos­ing. BRAHAHAHAHAHA I’m going to get stabbed / I hope that guy does­n’t read this.

  3. Comment num­ber one, what the hell are you talk­ing about? You respond to a sto­ry about some­one with no regard to oth­er peo­ple, pub­lic areas or lit­ter­ing and you decide to go off about your chat room bud­dies and a guilt trip. Sorry, I don’t quite get it.

    Comment num­ber two, you had a great sto­ry. I’m applaud your deci­sion. Too bad more peo­ple have com­mon sense (or should it be called uncom­mon sense).

  4. I feel a lit­tle niave mak­ing anoth­er com­ment, but are you the only one who uses this site, is it for your per­son­al friends and why do you pub­li­cize minis­cule details of your life? I have nev­er used chat rooms (nev­er under­stood the point) and only found this site by look­ing for instruc­tion on how to prop­er­ly dis­pose of a mat­tress in Washington which brought me to your web­site. Make any sense?

  5. Sorry if you did­n’t under­stand the point in my com­ment. I just shared my expe­ri­ences with peo­ple who piss me off, in response to “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE.” And this is not a chat site, it’s jour­nal.

  6. Yes, I’m the only one who uses this site. This isn’t for my per­son­al friends, or for any­one else, this is for me. This is my ther­a­py. When I have a bad day, I talk about it here, instead of both­er­ing my friends. I choose to spend time with my friends enjoy­ing myself, not vent­ing. Anyone can choose to read this or not.

    I write about com­plex issues when they come up. I write about minis­cule details because that’s what I feel like writ­ing about. I can’t speak for you, but I know a lot of peo­ple who talk to oth­ers about their shal­low prob­lems. I choose not to bur­den oth­ers with mine. I don’t hold a gun to oth­ers and force them to read this. I don’t pan­der to what oth­ers want to read. I don’t pre­tend to have a per­fect life, and I don’t care what peo­ple think about it.

    This is not a chat room. Comparing a blog to a chat room is like com­par­ing a jour­nal to a con­ver­sa­tion. Here are a few good resources about what a blog is, and the entire blog­ging phe­nom­e­non that has swept the gen­er­a­tion.

    Google blog search

    Apparently, the details of my life weren’t minis­cule enough for you to just ignore what you read here and not com­ment.

    By the way, search engines are not per­fect. Someone came here this month by search­ing for “naked russ­ian under­age girl on peach free pics” or “ital­ian job music man­u­script” or “how to spot a fake mont blanc pen”, and I sure as hell don’t talk about any of those things. If one looks up “foot fetish expla­na­tion” on Google, one will most like­ly NOT get web­sites strict­ly per­tain­ing to the expla­na­tion of foot fetish­es. Just because one arrives at a page through a search, does­n’t mean that the page is active­ly adver­tis­ing that top­ic, or has any­thing to do with it for that mat­ter.

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