That rug really tied the room together.
One of the perks of living off campus is that I have an excuse to take the bus rather than walk to classes. And I have a mild obsession with public transit, which is a really weird thing to admit. I love the schedules, the dependability, the comfortable seats, the large windows, the fluidity of the waves of patrons. Being done with classes just seems that much more satisfying when you’re able to catch public transportation on the way home.
The best thing about the bus is the people watching associated with it. I wonder what classes people are walking to or coming home from, how their day is going, if they got a good breakfast this morning. People’s stories are always fascinating, no matter how insignificant, and it’s nice to imagine that the people I see on the sidewalks are in love, or are about to land their dream job, or are being proposed to tonight. Or some sort of happily ever after.
I’ve been watching a lot of Grey’s Anatomy (or rather, having it on in the background as I study for my exams) and it’s been putting me into the strangest moods. I’m so terrified of death, and so scared of not living a fulfilled life. I’m scared of dying in a car crash and leaving my mother all alone, because I know, as strong of a woman as she is, losing her only child would probably kill her.
And I don’t believe in heaven, per se, but I believe that souls that are done with their bodies watch over those that are still on Earth. And it’d break my heart if I left the world, and saw my mom crying over me, or tearing up when a coworker asked about me, or spending her Thanksgivings alone (as my birthday falls on it sometimes).
And what’s even worse about that is that stuff like that happens all the time, around the world, and while someone’s world is crashing down, the rest of the world doesn’t notice. Which puts all of our problems into perspective. Because our little problems don’t matter to billions of people. And those billions of people won’t matter to the next wave of billions of people. …So maybe I shouldn’t stress about school that much?
And at least I can take comfort in knowing that when it’s my time, I’ll get to do what I do every day on the bus and people watch, imagining happily ever afters for everybody.
