The Importance of Position

Everyone has those days where u don't want to be around anyone, talk to anyone, or even see another person because you just know you'll be letting loose a blue streak worse than stickin a lighter in the path of noxious fart gas. Why do we have them? No idea. For me though, those days can usually be salvaged by public transportation. Yes there's people, yes it smells, and more than likely some crazy person will try to talk to you about their grandchild spelling the word cat or some bridge tournament they won. But my cares are lost when I just stand back and observe when the #1 to Ottawa/Rockliffe rolls up and 3o people are eagerly waiting to get on.

It usually starts at the back of the pack. The dominant female, usually 60s or 70s makes a move for the for the curb, but she is caught out of the corner of a single mother's eye and now she begins to cut through with her stroller. Now the secondary 30s age group jostles into close quarters hoping to be around 10th-15th on the boarding line. Before they get to position an elderly, 80s, comes from nowhere to shimmy along the curb in front of everyone, including the stroller if need be to ensure a front seat. I know what you're thinking, what about the blind guy who hangs around at the back because he can't tell what's going on. The poor guy usually gets on near position 25th and then it's whoever feels most guilty of getting on at the beginning to get a front seat that moves so he can sit. Then there's the ignorant high schoolers, you know the one's that say f this and f that usually just to impress their friends with how many f bombs they can put in a sentence which doesn't make sense to begin with, rarely do they respect anyone and push their way to between 9th and 14th spot. And finally there's the people I'll call "packers". They have back packs or side bags which hold what looks like to be balloons which have already been blown up as to stick out the maximum distance, plus they have all the christmas tree oranaments hanging from their packs. They are the last to get on and usually have to stand. Because the aisle is already full with those boarding in positions 21-25, they stand mid bus range and assault everyone with their constant swinging of their bags. And the poor blind guy things someone is trying to beat him up with shots to the face from some jingling assailant every 30 seconds. Oh, I forgot a group. On the double long buses there's the brotherhood who all wear big black downfilled coats with gang colours hanging from their pants in the form of their mother's tea towels. They either take up 3 seats a pop at the back with their ridiculous leg span and pants that don't fit all the while talking ebonics which they themselves don't understand, they just heard p diddy say it on making the band and thought it was the new shizznit up in this ma. If they aren't trying to start a fight with some honkeys lookin at them funny because they have no idea what they are saying either, then they are on their cell phones trying to talk gangstar about someone being jacked, or someone being a cheap trick. And where am I? I fade into the darkness hoping not to be seen. Just holding my grocery bags full of juice boxes and cheerios hoping no one hits me with their ornaments, tells me about an upcoming bridge tourney at the legion, or asking me why my stupid honkey face is looking in their general direction.

If position is so important then you've already forgotten where you're going. I was reminded of someone who got pretty t-o'd at his dad because his brother left his life of being cared for (with food, shelter, and love) and when he returned the dad threw a party because the son came to his senses and came back. The guy had good enough reason to be ticked right? He lived his life trying to be good and what his father would want, but when when his prodigal brother, we'll call him, returns there's a party for him and nothing for the son who'd been faithful to his father the whole time. He was so caught up in his position in the family that he didn't even realize how good he actually had it. All along he had whatever he wanted, but his value in his position shielded him, much like the effective nuclear charge found on valence shell electrons, from the reality of it.

So where do I put myself amongst all the jockey'rs at the bus stop? I usually go with the flow. If I get a seat, super. If someone needs or wants my seat, take it. If i bother someone by sitting close to them, to bad. All I care about is getting from A -> B. Do I care how i get there? well, on time would be nice, but in the end it doesn't matter. Time is a restriction. It's too bad making money is based on a social restriction.

One more thing, in this new era of purpose drivin living, why do we boil things down to 3 simple powerpoint notes which are as easily forgotten as they are to write down in the first place. But that's my stupid opinion. It's hard to see pass the sunday morning song and dance. Bring back the overlays and insert word finds.

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