I ride on public transportation now. I ride the bus in the DC Metro area. I hated the bus, so before I destroyed my ride, I would drive to the train station, park my car, and ride the train, but all this has changed since the train is expensive and I have no car.
This is pointless to write about I tell myself, you have no reason to complain, and who wants to read a blog about you complaining about public transportation anyway? Then while riding on the bus depressed and wishing that I had the power to change the atmosphere; so that everyone on the bus could be sad with me, a lady sat next to me. Her hair was messy, she smelled really bad, and she looked as if someone had beat her up, but she had the biggest smile on her face when she sat next to me and said good morning. And I wondered: what in the world could she be happy about? Then I reflected: what reason do I have to be sad? Then I thought about asking her what happened, but fear and not wanting to be rude kept me from asking. So I began to play her story in my head. Like from her childhood to now. The whole ride on the bus her story played out in my head until she got off the bus. As soon as she got off the bus her movie stopped playing and I was back in my own reality. I was angry she got off the bus, because I wanted to know what happened next. Literally my mind wouldn't continue playing my version of her life, because she no longer sat next to me. Her story or what my mind believed was her story was so vivid, so powerful, so exciting, climactic, and full of excitement, that I wanted to blog about it, but her story I won't share; mainly because I can't remember it as clearly as I would like to.
What I will do is blog about the people I see on the bus. I will be using real people that I encounter on the bus, but their stories will be fiction. As I write this I wonder if people are playing out my story in their own minds. A lot happens on the bus, don't believe me ride one.
I hope you guys like it.
Joseph aka jwriter
Bus Stop Stories-the beginning
Joseph is a Licensed Graduate Social Worker in the Washington, DC area. Joseph is the author of the forthcoming book “Love Me Right or Not at All”, A Quick Guide to Loving Yourself and Others the Healthy Way. This book seeks to assist everyone who reads it to love with balance and give love to the right people. Joseph is striving to become an expert in the practice of relationship empowerment. He strives to build healthy, powerful, and well-balanced relationships in the lives of everyone who seeks after the knowledge, values, and skills Joseph has honed over the last ten years. Joseph is an aspiring Marriage and Family Therapist, but to also travel around the nation and hopefully the world, to spread the message that relationships can be simple, yet amazing if you put in the work. Relationships are vital to the human experience and often shape our mindsets, our personalities, and our environments. Knowing this, Joseph works to encourage not only those who believe in his skills, but also works passionately to build his knowledge and skills in the area of relationships to present the best of who he is both personally and professionally.
3 comments:
..thats funny that u wrote about this joey...
its like all the time i sit in solitude hoping (not praying) that my life was a movie...but i say not prayin bc i don't want to start it ova or press rewind...i've enjoyed my time here on earth...&& wen u write about wat u see it reminds me that im free to be me...bc ppl will judge us anyway...joey i'm free to love...some ppl kno my story, and to others its still real blurry...but the only jury i have is the one above...and jus like the smile u witnessed from the lady...joey I SMILE....thanks for this blog...
Sounds as if you've found a good, highly original focus for your blog... and one that will stretch your writing abilities. Good luck.
yes, a lot can happen on a bus. i met a great friend on the bus when i lived in Chicago. we saw each other almost every morning on our way to work downtown. we chatted for the 7 or so mins to my stop, not exactly long enough ever to have a good conversation. in fact, we never really got to say good-bye! here's to bus boy, George.
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