I say this to every coworker who asks why I have a car I rarely drive. It’s honestly just less stressful to commute that way. Idgaf about the weirdos at the bus stop for the most part. 90% of them are high or drunk af passed out cleanly. Every once in a while I have to nudge them out of the way to sit but that’s not usually an issue they just grunt and shift and they’re usually too shitfaced to move in their sleep once they’re out again. One is a lady who is always drunk af but awake and basically just uses the bus stop as a people watching spot and tells me neighborhood drama. There’s a pair of northerners who are polite in a northerner way. There were a brother and sister who were sleeping there for a month but last I heard she found a job and I wished them luck and haven’t seen them since. I’ve had a few really good philosophical conversations. One was a guy who had gotten his phone stolen and we chatted about the positive effects of increased mindfulness of the day to day and not being constantly observed and reachable by both your personal contacts and the faceless corporations. I got bothered by one guy but groundskeepers were hanging kinda close and the admins pass me on their way from their cars into the building I haven’t seen him since so either the facility took care of it or the other inhabitants did. Sometimes I talk, sometimes I just eat my Bacon and biscuit from the cafeteria and drink some tea. I’m trying to listen my way through the Bible just to know what’s in it. Right now I’m listening to the long long list of shit you’re not allowed to do while living in an aggressive war tribe in tents the desert like shitting too close to camp or having sex that doesn’t make more babies to keep fighting the other tribes. The cadence is weirdly chill almost seussian.
I say this to every coworker who asks why I have a car I rarely drive. It’s honestly just less stressful to commute that way. Idgaf about the weirdos at the bus stop for the most part. 90% of them are high or drunk af passed out cleanly. Every once in a while I have to nudge them out of the way to sit but that’s not usually an issue they just grunt and shift and they’re usually too shitfaced to move in their sleep once they’re out again. One is a lady who is always drunk af but awake and basically just uses the bus stop as a people watching spot and tells me neighborhood drama. There’s a pair of northerners who are polite in a northerner way. There were a brother and sister who were sleeping there for a month but last I heard she found a job and I wished them luck and haven’t seen them since. I’ve had a few really good philosophical conversations. One was a guy who had gotten his phone stolen and we chatted about the positive effects of increased mindfulness of the day to day and not being constantly observed and reachable by both your personal contacts and the faceless corporations. I got bothered by one guy but groundskeepers were hanging kinda close and the admins pass me on their way from their cars into the building I haven’t seen him since so either the facility took care of it or the other inhabitants did. Sometimes I talk, sometimes I just eat my Bacon and biscuit from the cafeteria and drink some tea. I’m trying to listen my way through the Bible just to know what’s in it. Right now I’m listening to the long long list of shit you’re not allowed to do while living in an aggressive war tribe in tents the desert like shitting too close to camp or having sex that doesn’t make more babies to keep fighting the other tribes. The cadence is weirdly chill almost seussian.