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I’ve come to enjoy long bus rides over the years.

I still remember how scared I was in primary 1 when I first took a bus alone. I still remember the one time I took a wrong bus and freaked out so badly. Thankfully, it was a loop bus and I ended up opposite my primary school.

Gradually, I took the public transport on my own more often, and also over longer distances. Initially, I hated long bus rides. To me, they were the most boring thing ever. Being a kid, long bus rides meant not being able to do anything while sitting there alone.

But as technology advanced, this thing known as a handphone became available to me. And gradually, phones became music players. By then I’d gotten accustomed to listening to music on long bus rides, but it was just something to tide me by while I had nothing to do. Kinda like a soundtrack to my life. I’d wonder what it would be like if the lyrics were actually non-fiction as I sat on the bus.

After I went into secondary school, things changed. I somehow began to appreciate the times of the day when my head was completely empty and free of thoughts. In my angsty years, I came to want to empty my mind. Rather than wanting to think, wanting to imagine, I chose to clear my mind and indulge in music. Long bus rides were the most appropriate for these chunks of time to take place. Simply because there was no point in thinking about school work, and neither was there any point in thinking about the problems that I had.

Past my angsty phase, I grew to enjoy long bus rides. Not just with my earphones plugged in and indulging in music, but also choosing window seats. For some unknown reason, I used to dislike window seats. Somehow, I grew to like them instead. Sitting by the window seat, staring out of the window, looking at what people do. Call me strange and/or weird, but I realized I like to observe people. It’s still like that now.

You’ve just wasted your life reading a post on bus rides and music. Good job.