Something Different in meh...

  • July 7, 2015, 9:06 a.m.
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This title just means I’m veering away from the sadness I feel for just a moment. I promise not to chronicle every bit of anguish and angst I feel. I got other stuff that floats in and out.

I’m an observer.
I sit back and watch.
I check out people’s behavior, body movements, facial expressions. This helps me kind of know them before I even speak or determines my reaction to them when, if they approach me.

There is a cast of characters in my life that don’t know they are part of a story. They really aren’t, but like I’ve said I watch people. There are a group of people who work at an unknown location, but they employ…uh…let’s say people with some kind of mental disabilty. I’m presuming that those of a more sound mind work there too, hence the person’s story I’m about to go into. Thing is, he has a disability too because he has the special pass for the special rate that only old people and people with disabilities get.

An-T-who…

This guy I ride the bus with. Long, brown hair, glasses, heavy guy. Really nice when you talk to him. Wears super hero t-shirts. has a Robin t-shirt that has a detatchable cape. He looks to be in his 20’s could be approaching his 30’s.
Enters some of his co-workers.

Now he and I have been riding this particular bus since I’ve moved to the neighborhood. So I’m use to seeing him. Then every now and again he has co-workers that show up. So lately, there’s been this young girl and this guy. The girl looks like a muppet. She had weave in her hair that the tract was showing on top of her hair and I wonder if she did this to herself not knowing what to do. But I never gave further thought to it. She was seemingly excited that she had a friend on the bus. He was receptive to it. So she sat next to him all that time. They were talking all the time. One day, she was sleepy so she asked if she could lay on him and they straight cuddled on the bus. He put his arm around her and she was laying all comfortably on him. I was thinking to myself, he must have smashed that already. LOL

I started being a little late for work, catching a later bus. When I started regularly riding the bus again, I noticed their dynamic had changed. They weren’t speaking. She didn’t sit next to him. In fact she had taken to the seat that I prefer which I didn’t like at all. So he kind of sits next to her, or, if his seat is available, he sits in his usual spot. (wish I had the luxury)

So last week, I worked up the nerve to ask him what happened between he and his little friend. He said didn’t know. Just out of the blue she stopped talking to him. He didn’t do anything to her and she just stopped talking to him. He also said that was fine and he was going to chalk it up to her being crazy. Now, he was saying this and we talked about it before the bus arrived. When it did we were talking about other stuff and laughing, but all conversation stopped once we got on. I was smiling since I was coming off a laugh. I looked up and she was looking at me. Just glancing, but looking at me. So I walked past her as she was in my seat again, pulled out my book and proceeded with my ride routine. I noticed that she looked at me a few times. If I were a hateful beast, I would have asked her if she was jealous.

These are the types of things that cross my mind when I’m out in the world. Thought this would be more entertaining that my broken heart. :-)

Take care.
Love each other.

Kindest regards,
Sister


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