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Thursday, February 10, 2005
I can't talk to you, I'm thinking.

[i know i posted that i was too busy to post. i am still busy to post, but blogging is so great in terms of procrastinating...] okay, here's the thing. I hate talking to people on the bus. I hate seeing people I know on the bus and feeling pressured to talk to them out of some strange social obligation. It used to be that no one I knew road my busline, but now there are a few people that do and we seem to ride it the same time every day. Sometimes I pretend I don't see them when they get on the bus. Isn't that terrible of me? Don't think that I don't like these people who I know who ride the bus with me. They're nice and all. I would love to hang out with them, but not on the bus. I loathe small-talk, idle conversation and "chatting" about things like classes, work, the traffic, and weather. I'd rather be left to just think and zone out. My bus ride to school and back is my quiet time with my ipod and a book (sometimes I don't read at all- I love staring out the window). So, I don't want to have to talk to you (or feel bad if I don't) if you sit next to me because you know me a little bit. I'm not that cool, really. I'd rather be left alone. Is that rude of me? Is it mean? I feel just like Ralph in the movie A Christmas Story. As he is standing in line waiting to meet Santa at the department store, some people dressed as Wizard of Oz characters come by singing and dancing and try to talk to him. He responds "I can't talk to you now, I am thinking." I miss my rides into penn station and then on the subway all by myself. I didn't know anyone and the chance of running into someone I knew was pretty small. I actually did once see some friends of mine on the platform of the 4th street station. I was on the train slowing going by them. We waved and laughed at the randomness of it. so, if you see me on the bus just wave and smile and then sit somewhere else and I'll really appreciate it.

posted by knit wit | 2/10/2005 10:08:00 PM

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