When You Don't Have a Car and Hate People

Hey, everyone!

   Recently, I got in the worst traffic jam I've ever been in my life and I was not happy. Not only that, but the planets actually aligned to make everything exponentially worse (not kidding). There were so many people, it was raining so the windows were closed and the bus was a freaking oven, the seats were so small I didn't fit so I ended up with sore knees and -possible- the worst of all, my phone died. I got to a point where I was so desperate to get out of that bus that I couldn't stop moving. 

   At the end, I ended up opening one of my notebooks and started writing (because I'm a sucka for it and it calms down my restless soul). I decided to list everything that I hate about taking the bus, so here you go:

1) Who the hell designed the seats? If I don't fit being only 1.65 m., who will? So uncomfortable!

2) Some men think they can spread their legs as much as they fucking want and take half my seat and that it's ok. 

3) Having the asses of the people standing in front of my face. I know- it's not their fault, but you can never trust a butt.

4) The incredible variety of odors you won't be able to find even in the biggest perfume store in the world. They vary from stinky feet to fried chicken to 50 different fragrances of sweat from people who seem to not know what showering is. Let me tell you, I'll never be the same after that day.

5) Noisy women (sometimes on the phone). I don't know how or why they just speak so loud and without any filter, but by the time these noisy women get out of the bus, I already know the name of their friend's children, who slept with who and who back-stabbed who. 

6) If I didn't bring headphones or my phone dies, I know everything will be a complete shit, and it is! But, oh well! At least, that hellish experience inspired me to write this blog haha.  

7) People. Fucking people, guyyys!

8) Kids and babies who will not shut up even if their lives depended on that. And of coooourse, they will always sit close to me. It would't be funny the other way around, right?

   At the end, my 25 minutes commute, turned into an 1 hour and a half experience in hell. While walking home I was crying on the inside for all the people that still were suffering in that bus. My heart went to them </3. Moral of the story: I need to save to buy a car.