I would LOVE to sit on your bus and watch you watching people.

The only time I always traveled with a journal—or at least a writing tablet—was when I was going through my divorce. Or actually, when I was beginning my emotional seperation from my husband. By the time we agreed upon the divorce, I didn’t need to exorcise my anger quite so often. My therapist recommended that I write about my feelings whenever I needed to get it off my chest, in the hopes that cleansing my brain would eliminate the insomnia and depression I was experiencing.

This post reminded me of those times I would sit in a waiting room or a restaurant lobby, writing furiously about how much I hated my ex-husband-to-be and the injustice of my situation. Boy, I was an angry person for a while. I wonder if I looked like your riding companion when I was writing.

i gotta stop sleeping during my commute rides—the stuff i’m missing!  and i know exactly what you mean by the cuties won’t sit next to you.  it seems like no-one wants to sit next to me!  the seat next to me is always the last one open on the train.  it’s enough to give a guy a complex.

you know, you’re so good at this, it scares me sometimes.

Yeah, I want to see the person’s blog who is writing about you watching and writing about this denim-jacketed woman.

You make public transit so interesting.  But then I think that’s mostly because YOU are so interesting.

Bill got there first!! How strange.  I wish my bus rides were longer, I just get time to write a resume of my last lesson.

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