Krzysiu
TRIBE Member
It never fails!
why do I always get the freakshows wanting to tell me their life story when riding public transit?
TTC - drunk guys seem to be drawn to me. Hey its 1030 in the morning, lets tell Chris about how we just got out of jail and now skipping probation to drink cheap booze downtown. YEAH! awesome!
or the crazy woman who wants money and has to tell me why no one loves her anymore. yeah, cause I'm real sympathetic and have a pocket full of change for your depressing tale of woe. god, you stink like cat pee and shame.
and then today, mr. chatty cathy has to sit with me on my go bus into toronto, yakking my ear of when all I want to do is figure out where I left my belt and my dignity and why I have a hundred bucks in my pocket. OMG, I don't care about your dog and your forty year old girlfriend and your losing your job in two weeks, blah blah blah.
I think i have a face similar to Oprah. people just wanna tell me stuff. I don't care but they still tell me. "I just want to sleep, sir, and you kind of smell like hobo sex." and so the waterworks and the life tale begins.
You know what really ticks me off though? the thing that really pisses me off?!
I'm sitting alone, most usually with headphones on, giving all the body language of wanting to be left alone... IN AN EMPTY BUS OR TRAIN... and they have to sit beside me. A MILLION OTHER SEATS AND THEY HAVE TO SIT BESIDE ME!
why? cause I look like I care. curse these sympathetic good looks...
this is all sunny's fault.
why do I always get the freakshows wanting to tell me their life story when riding public transit?
TTC - drunk guys seem to be drawn to me. Hey its 1030 in the morning, lets tell Chris about how we just got out of jail and now skipping probation to drink cheap booze downtown. YEAH! awesome!
or the crazy woman who wants money and has to tell me why no one loves her anymore. yeah, cause I'm real sympathetic and have a pocket full of change for your depressing tale of woe. god, you stink like cat pee and shame.
and then today, mr. chatty cathy has to sit with me on my go bus into toronto, yakking my ear of when all I want to do is figure out where I left my belt and my dignity and why I have a hundred bucks in my pocket. OMG, I don't care about your dog and your forty year old girlfriend and your losing your job in two weeks, blah blah blah.
I think i have a face similar to Oprah. people just wanna tell me stuff. I don't care but they still tell me. "I just want to sleep, sir, and you kind of smell like hobo sex." and so the waterworks and the life tale begins.
You know what really ticks me off though? the thing that really pisses me off?!
I'm sitting alone, most usually with headphones on, giving all the body language of wanting to be left alone... IN AN EMPTY BUS OR TRAIN... and they have to sit beside me. A MILLION OTHER SEATS AND THEY HAVE TO SIT BESIDE ME!
why? cause I look like I care. curse these sympathetic good looks...
this is all sunny's fault.