||[Sep. 16th, 2009|12:50 am]
I'm not shy, I just don't like you very much
I just want to send a sign out to the universe! When I am reading a book on the bus please could you stop boys from trying to talk to me. I'm not the most attractive person in the world but lately boys keep nagging me with these phoney chat up lines.|
No I do not want your number and I am reading a book here and don't talk to me about the credit crunch. What you don't like rain? Well I love it! oh yeah and also if you don't like living in canvey, MOVE!
People, humans. Especially in England love to moen about the weather, moen, moen, moen, moen, moen. Its very hard to stay positive when you have someone standing next to you at the bus stop, huffing and puffing under their breath,
"summers gone" and "Isn't it cold". Then you have to go to work and everyone that comes in moens about the weather, but when its hot they do the same thing. If its that bad people, stay in!
Oh yes and I was at the busstop the other day, I've decided not to encourage lonely boring people when they talk to you. Yes was patient enough to do it at 18, 19, 20 and 21, but now I'm 22 and yes normally I can cope when they start but lately they have been such an irritation, expecially now its getting colder. Glorious September, if no one else loves you, I do and I mean it!
Anyway I was at the busstop and the sky looked brilliant over the sea, all single puffy cumulus cloads in a row, so I got my pad out to draw a diagram of it and then some middle aged lady sits next to me. I turn right around and begin to examine the skys around me more closely.
"cold day isn't it?"
She stops talking.
"At the train station he gave me the wrong bus pass"
"ooohhh" I groan, pushing my pad close to my face to draw another cumulus cloud.
"Do you know what the date is?"
"Oh uumm dunno"
"Is it the 14th?"
"oohh uumm" I look up at the bus timetable,
"Yeah he gave me the wrong bus pass"
When I glanced past her to see what the sky's looked like on her side, she stuck the pass in front of me and pointed at a date,
"see the wrong date"
I nodded, for christ sake go away strange lady.
It goes quiet, so I begin to rite in my journal about the clouds. She then speaks again,
"Your shoes look comfy" old, black work shoes, comfy but have holes in the bottom of them.
"Yes they are" I smile.
UNIVERSE KEEP THESE PEOPLE AWAY FROM ME!!! THANKS XX