31 May, 2007

Censorship?

Sometimes, I don’t want to see things, like people drinking beer on the bus, and no one else giving a rat’s ass about the idea.

Sometimes, I don’t want to say things, like a comment to some jackass who’s got the whole seat to himself and his bag, while the rest of the bus is sharing seats. I can stand until someone gets off, though it hurts my knee when the driver hits bumps.

Sometimes I don’t want to hear things, such as your top-of-your-lungs conversation on your MetroPCS phone about how “NO HE DI’INT”, or whatever it is you crazy black women keep talking about AT THE BACK OF THE BUS while I’m AT THE FRONT OF THE BUS, and easily able to keep track of your conversation through my isolating headphones.

I think this picture personifies my thoughs perfectly.