So, as much as I work shifts, lately I have been doing a lot of 6am starts.
For those who moan about getting up at 6am. Try having to be in work at that time, and what’s worse, trying being productive.
I have been getting the same bus every morning now for about a month.
I arrive to the bus stop at the same time every morning.
I am passed by the same man running, in the same clothes, every morning. Which prompts the thought? Either he washes those clothes every night, is a ghost, or a bit disgusting.
I hope he’s a ghost.
When I get on the bus, it’s the same people, in the same uniforms in the same seats. They get off at the same stops every morning.
How sad are our lives?!
We all share the same, depressed disheveled look. Dead behind the eyes.
There is no way anyone can get up at 4.30 every morning and look fabulous.
If they say they can, they are lying.
But!! How many people do you pass on the way to work, and recognise, purely because they are apart of your routine?!
To think, OCD is a medically recognised condition, is it any bit of wonder when we do the same shit 5 days a week.
Some day id like to get on that bus and tell everyone, “fuck it” We’re not going in today. Bus driver, reverse your bus! These passengers are going to take a walk on the wild side.
Who am I kidding, the police, FBI and mi5 would be contacted to find me
But still, I can dream.