Bus blues...

This has been a hell of a week on the bus... If it isn't my arch enemy the pushy the woman in the front of the bus, it's the crazy person screaming about the revolution doing gymnastics on the poles. Today we sat for 20 minutes watching the traffic jam and unjam around a truck that was blocking the street.

The crazy guy was the worst. He came on the bug screaming how the white people wouldn't answer his questions. I didn't see to many people of any color, trying to answer his questions. When you scream at people they get nervous and avoid you. While we were on the highway he started doing some crazy gymnastic on the poles screaming about the revolution that was coming and how the non Christians were are going to die. Obviously the guy needed help... But it was nervewracking. He was right by the driver and you just had that sinking feeling that he might try for the wheel or distract the driver enough to have an accident.

People sat quietly while those in the back of the the bus made discreet phone calls to the police. Everything was quiet everyone acted painfully normal. The blond guy in front of me asked if I had a cell phone. I handed it over and he looked at me like I should make the call. But I said go ahead make the call and he sat there contemplating for a while before handing it back. I don't blame him, we were both close to the guy. Who knows what he would do if her heard us calling and explaining. He had tied this mesh scarf around his face at this point and was yelling about how the white women wouldn't answer his questions. I had passed him on the way onto the bus when he was yelling and I did ignore him. From my experience, you court trouble when you try to answer those questions.

But the bus finally stopped and the police came to escort him off the bus. It was handled very smoothly, and nobody was hurt or offended. The guy got off the bus quietly. I always thank the bus driver as I get off the bus but that day everyone did. He did a good job. I hope more people thank him regularly.

Clean cup, move down!

Man oh man, where do even begin. Hundreds of pages ago I started blogging... And now I'm starting over. I'm down with that. Clean cup, move down!

I've been getting these stress headaches. And I think it's because I'm upset and stressed. I also think it's pretty silly to work yourself up into such a frenzy that you make yourself sick. Yesterday I said this has to stop.

I asked myself what could I do to make myself happy at that moment. What little thing could I do to focus on something good. To push past the pain and enjoy the moment. Thai iced with bobas came to mind. So I went on a long walk and got one. The powerful combo of tea and endorphins pushed me right out of that funk. And I'm not going back.

Clean cup, Move down...