Write and Write and Write, Right?

I think that everyone should write. It doesn’t matter if you think you are “talented” or not. (It’s all subjective … except when it’s not. Sometimes you really are just not good at something. Me? I’m not good at a lot of things. You want an example? Ask me to dance for you one day … you’ll see.)

Still, people should write anyway. Forget about supposed talent. Think Nike and Just Do It.

The reason? Writing allows you to say what you are really thinking without being a jackass. So, come on, tell us how you really feel.

Ok. I will!

Dear Lady who half-sat on my leg on the bus this morning:

My swat boots and skirt were not a fashion statement – Did you see any safety pins attached to my skirt? Was I wearing fishnets? No? No! – I just don’t have any other shoes at home (I leave my flats at work). Understood? Now, please rest easy knowing that my “punk ass” will not try to steal your change purse.

Also, if you are going to read over my shoulder, at least have the decency to pretend you aren’t. Or, please just refrain from commenting. No, I don’t think I should read Nora Roberts. If you want to read Nora Roberts, stop being such a cheapo and buy your own book instead of reading mine.

And no, I am not sorry I turned the page before you finished it.

That is all, have a great day, and please don’t sit next to/on me again.

Sincerely,
SMRP.

PS. In future, please don’t shower in “scent”, you smell like a box of magazine perfume samples and it hurts my nose.

See, writing has allowed me to vent my frustration while still being polite!

What actually happened?

After defending my choice of footwear (I don’t know why I acknowledged her criticism, I didn’t owe her an explanation) and assuring her that yes, I do have a job, I attempted to ignore her. I tried to read while she leaned fully into me, telling me that she thinks “fantasy books are for children” and suggesting “real authors” I should be reading. I even pointedly fiddled with my ipod hoping she would get the message.

She didn’t.

Tired of breathing through my mouth to avoid the smell of perfume, I got off the bus three stops early and walked the rest of the way.

This is just another example of why I should STOP smiling at people on the bus.

As an aside, if you are wondering why I didn’t just tell the old bat to piss off, it’s because I have been trained by my parents to “always be polite”. Just because a woman is bat shit crazy, doesn’t mean I should point it out.

I only hope that people who take Victoria Transit are less irritating. And if not, maybe my Dad, the bus driver, will cut me some slack when I finally snap.