The Big Comfy Bus

I ride the bus to work. I loathe driving and I find riding the bus a convenient [and cheap!] substitution. Though there are sometimes other riders who frighten me and my work day is controlled by a bus schedule, I find an odd comfort in the seats of the large metal box on wheels.

Just a slight bit more odd is my desire to share this experience with Mike. Every time Mike and I plan on going somewhere that is a bit of a distance, I try to find a way to ride the bus. It never ends up happening. Either I decided it would be too inconvenient for what our plans are or Mike refuses to do so. Mike rode the bus most of his teenage years and was thrilled once he got a car and license so that he could escape the prison on wheels, therefore I understand his unwillingness.

Last Thursday I left my monthly bus pass on the bus [luckily the bus driver found it and turned it in to lost & found] instead of immediately thinking "well I guess I'll just drive to work tomorrow" I began counting my change to make sure I had enough for a round trip. This got me considering why I enjoy riding the bus so much. After much thought and consideration I decided it is because I find comfort in schedules/routine.

Overall as a human beings I believe we all are creatures of habit. But I go beyond creature of habit, I am statue of habit. I find change repulsing. I even have a hard time dealing with good changes, i.e. marriage, new car, moving to my new house, etc. Not only is riding the bus part of my routine, but I find comfort in its schedule.

I always think its interesting to be able to understand myself better, and I just thought I'd share.