Bus Ride Observation: #1

6 minute edition; an attempt to get more writing in

At a bus stop this morning as more people were getting on, it struck me how much of a contrived sit-com like reality I seem to live in. Wearing my button up and comfy walking sneakers, seemingly the cost of admission for the bus routes along the Boulder / Broomfield / Denver corridor, I blend in like everyone else. (I really do hope my new reflective privacy screen protector does what it’s supposed to do). The question of “Is this really what life is about? Commuting on an air-conditoned bus into a concrete jungle to sit hunched over a laptop typing away to help make widgets to then bus back into a different concrete structure (also air conditined) too tired to do the things humans did for an entire evolution (run, cook, fornicate, socialize) and resorting to the digital soul-sucker called the TV or the digital soul-wrecker called the smart phone. Now that last sentence was probably a little aggressive, I don’t actually feel that heated about it, but it is an observation I’m having on this bus ride, and well, that’s what these will be about. I only gave myself about 6 minutes for this piece so this will be quick. A bottle on the bus just rolled up into my ankle. I sat by myself this time. I’ve got a delightful walk through Union Station and the heart of Denver after this. Am I going to publish this? Woof. Bus just stopped. I guess I am. I’ll try a bit better on the next one. Writing is so great regardless. Cheers 👋