Bus Musings 7

If there's one thing more important than my political views when deciding what side if the bus to sit on, it's my OCD. I just got on the bus and there were two fellow socialists on the left side of the bus, so I sat on the right, just in case things kicked off and there needed to be a nazi around for a balanced argument.

Everyone just got off (not in a sexy way) and I'm the only one on the bus now. There's no way they knew what I was writing, but I still wonder why they'd get on in town and get off two minutes later, still in town. What lazy people.

They're either lazy, or my childhood nightmare is true. Perhaps I am living in my own version of The Truman Show. Maybe I'm the main character and people watch me 24 hours a day, or maybe I shouldn't have started worrying about this at age 10 after seeing the film.

I sometimes like to imagine that Euan is the main character in a reality show, which is his life, but then I realise how boring his life really is. How many people want to see him wanking and crying over Disney all day? I know there's more to Euan's life, but in the same way that I know there's more to Atlantis, I've never seen any proof.