Hey Bus Driver, That Was My Stop…
Posted by seamonster02 on April 27, 2008
Life is like a bus ride. We sit there, riding along the route, trying to entertain ourselves until our stop comes along. We could get off at any of the stops, start a new adventure by doing something different, but most of us wait until our usual spot comes into view before pulling the “stop request” string that runs the length of the bus on both sides.
Why do we keep doing the same things, over and over, expecting different results? We ride along the bus of life, watching others go bustling by in their cars or stand confused on the sidewalk waiting for who knows what. The bus stops and starts, it’s engines gunning up as if we were really going to take off with some speed…the engines strain, and we merge into traffic going possibly 15 miles an hour.
Some of us groan inwardly as, just when the bus of life starts picking up some real speed, someone pulls the cord and we slow down to a stop once more. Just like life - we go along happily and things start picking up for us, we start feeling in control and someone or something slams on the brakes. We think of our dreams and our desires - why doesn’t this bus ever get to the good stuff? Why are we left wanting a stop that doesn’t exist? Ever get the feeling you got on the wrong bus and your life is suppose to be heading in another direction altogether? What do you do? Jump out at the next available stop and try to find your way back to a familiar place?
When we pull the cord for our stop, we are making the choice to continue going down the same road we have been on. Each morning we get up and make the choice - do I get on the bus today or should I stay inside to hibernate (marinate) awhile? The stops I get off now aren’t the stops I’ll always get off. My life is still changing, mutating into new dreams and desires…with each mutation, a new stop on my bus route appears. Basically, I hope my life gets more settled and I find a permanent residence that I love. There are so many things I want to do, so many things I want to see, and worrying about the basics - shelter, transportation, and substance - seems so rudimentary to me. I should be beyond those things. But I’m not.
Once and awhile you’ll get someone who is reading - not paying attention to their surroundings. These people are drifting through life, letting life’s current or, in this case, the bus take them along. They don’t look out, they don’t make a connection with others, they just horde their contribution to society to themselves. Suddenly one of them will cry out “Hey, bus driver…that was my stop” as if the bus driver should have been looking out for them. They don’t take the responsibility of looking out for themselves. The bus continues on to the next stop and the person is practically freaking out because, omg, this is a new stop and how am I going to get back to where I am suppose to be??? They cower before the challenge of something different, a change in their life’s route.
So what is my point here? Don’t really have one actually. I was just sitting here thinking about how life is like a bus…
April 28, 2008 at 6:42 am
pretty good comparison here.
You aren’t talking about me are you????
April 28, 2008 at 11:24 am
Nope, I was actually talking about a woman in her late twenties who threw a fit on the bus last time I rode because she missed her stop and acted like it was the driver’s fault. She wanted him to radio another bus to pick her up and take her back to her stop. People are just insane.