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Bus rides

I like public transport
Not too long though otherwise I get restless and can sometimes feel sick.
I like staring at things outside the window
And am not afraid of germs that much but especially trams and trains can be a bit dirty.
I find it fun when the ride is not too long
And really you could go anywhere and run away using a bus and move and live somewhere else like interstate
If you want to runaway for a fresh new start...there is always the bus
As long as you have a plan when you get there.
 
I have thought of hopping on a bus and running away in the past just for a change of scenery
People say you cannot run from your problems and maybe you cannot but you can have a change of scenery for a little while or/and a fresh start
 
I read your blog post on your bus experience, thanks for sharing, that is exactly the kind of thing that would happen to me.

I used to take the bus at my old job and had nothing but bad experiences. I only managed it at all because of the relative consistency, get on at the same stop every time and get off at the same stop every time.

There was the time when the bus had my town on the display on the front and on the ticket and the usual number, but the terminus was changed mid-route so the bus stopped 2 towns away so I had to walk around fair bit to get enough phone signal to call someone to give me a lift. I was on skin medication and got bad sunburn.

There were times when I was late for work despite getting on an earlier bus. The bus slowed to a crawl or waited for ages at a bus stop, something to do with too many buses running on that route or something.

There was the time when I had to go to a different stop from usual, at the other end of town due to roadworks. I walked around for ages trying to find the right one and only managed by sheer luck.

Then there were drunk people, random angry intimidating people, getting shouted at for standing in the wrong place, all manor of unpleasant things, all greatly amplified by me being autistic (didn't know at the time.) Just having to take the bus in general was massively anxiety inducing every time without all that.

I hated the experience of taking the bus so much that I endured the experience of getting a basic motorcycle license. I fell off, injured myself, one instructor called me a moron, another said I would be better off getting a bus pass, but I went to another training school and persevered to get a basic license.

Nothing nice to say about buses, unfortunately.
 
I used to love riding buses. It actually became an addition or obsession for me. I had a bus pass back then and I would just get on my favourite bus, sometimes 7 days a week either to see friends, go shopping, do voluntary work, or just for the ride.

That's not to say I didn't have certain stresses on the bus though. Once I start getting comfortable and cosy in an environment I start getting complacent and wanting to control my environment (although I'm smart enough to understand that I can't). I began getting stressed about people sitting next to me, babies screaming, small children sitting behind me where they can kick my seat, people wanting windows open on a chilly day, people sitting in my favourite seat, not getting a seat at all, and my favourite drivers not driving the bus.

It wasn't until I met my husband (which was on the bus, believe it or not!) that was when my obsession for catching the bus started to fade. I'm glad I don't have obsessions any more, as they just ruled my life. But back when I was single I seemed to thrive on obsessions, and I didn't choose these obsessions, it's like the obsessions chose me.

Sorry I got a bit off-topic there. Anyway, I very rarely get buses these days, and when I do I no longer worry about what other passengers are doing or where I'm sitting, etc.
 
I read your blog post on your bus experience, thanks for sharing, that is exactly the kind of thing that would happen to me.

I used to take the bus at my old job and had nothing but bad experiences. I only managed it at all because of the relative consistency, get on at the same stop every time and get off at the same stop every time.

There was the time when the bus had my town on the display on the front and on the ticket and the usual number, but the terminus was changed mid-route so the bus stopped 2 towns away so I had to walk around fair bit to get enough phone signal to call someone to give me a lift. I was on skin medication and got bad sunburn.

There were times when I was late for work despite getting on an earlier bus. The bus slowed to a crawl or waited for ages at a bus stop, something to do with too many buses running on that route or something.

There was the time when I had to go to a different stop from usual, at the other end of town due to roadworks. I walked around for ages trying to find the right one and only managed by sheer luck.

Then there were drunk people, random angry intimidating people, getting shouted at for standing in the wrong place, all manor of unpleasant things, all greatly amplified by me being autistic (didn't know at the time.) Just having to take the bus in general was massively anxiety inducing every time without all that.

I hated the experience of taking the bus so much that I endured the experience of getting a basic motorcycle license. I fell off, injured myself, one instructor called me a moron, another said I would be better off getting a bus pass, but I went to another training school and persevered to get a basic license.

Nothing nice to say about buses, unfortunately.
I really appreciated your thoughtful response. Thank you for sharing.
 
Noisy and a bunch of people - two of my least favorite things, so I prefer not to.
 
I've never had to use a bus. Just small commuter transit van type rides a few times.
Even those I didn't like.
Too noisy, too many people and no control over any situation.
I put up with driving even though the city traffic is anxiety causing.
 

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