soundtrack: nothing in particular // thoughts: about stupid old people
today i went to the post office, and i don’t know my way around that area and when i had to catch the bus i didn’t know which side of the street to catch it from. so i asked this woman that was waiting for the bus if the side of the street was the city direction, and she says yes. so i wait for the bus. and then i think about it, and look up the street, and a strand of doubt pulled at my mind. it didn’t seem right. i drew a map in my mind, and tried to figure out where each direction led to. and i kept thinking it was the other side. so i stood at the edge of the road and watched the other side, just in case the woman was wrong. i even edged to the bus stop on the other side of the street, which was a couple of metres away horizontally too.
and guess what? THE CITY BUS WAS ON THE OTHER SIDE. when i saw it approaching i had to run through the traffic to catch it. i almost missed it, but the driver was nice and let me on.
FUCKING OLD WOMAN. FREAKING HELL.
i’m sure i spoke very clearly, and i’m sure she said yes. WHY THE FUCK would you lie to someone like that? she obviously knew which direction the bus was going in, because she was catching it. seriously, what was her fucking problem? i was SO ANGRY. THIS is why i hate old people. a few days ago, this old couple had some conversation with a bus driver that left us stationary for literally five minutes; you could tell that everyone was getting frustrated, but they just wouldn’t move. and the driver isn’t allowed to start driving until old people get to their seats, because they might fall over or something. a while ago i saw this old woman push another old man over because his bag was in her face while she was sitting down on the bus.
far out. just because they’re old, it doesn’t mean they are priviliged in every way possible. there are still other people in the world; there are still other people on the bus.
actually, the bus is the only time i come in contact with old people. my grandparents are in china and i never really need to be around them, and other old people don’t really affect me. just these ones. they make me REALLY ANGRY.
man, why isn’t there an expiry date on humans? think it through before you tell me i’m a bitch; it would make everything so much better.