I think that this mistake was quite intentional, to be honest. I wasn’t thinking very clearly this morning because of lack of sleep (I’d stayed up late to work on a project) and I paid for it with one of the most entertaining mornings in a while….
The title pretty much gives it away though. Yup, you guessed it, I got on the wrong bus.
In my defence, the driver of the bus I accidentally got on is my afternoon one, so when I recognized her my head went “She has something to do with Lo-Ellen, therefore she will take me to my school.” I got on the bus, she smiled at me, and I went to a seat at the back.
Things started clicking in my head when we started driving automatically after I sat down—on my usual bus, we usually sit there for a few minutes before the kids from another school get off and transfer someplace else. So I sat there wondering what the heck was going on before the calm cool part of my head said: “Hey, everything’ll work out just fine, let’s see where this little misadventure takes us.”
So I sat there calmly, listening to my music, and daydreaming. I thought about my life and wondered—was there any meaning behind it all? My entire life had been a’wandering, always making mistakes, correcting them when I felt like it, just living my life. I wasn’t alone but I wasn’t with anyone. I had been a loner for most of my life and I was used to being alone, so when my mind awoke and everything I was started coming to the surface I was too used to being alone to come so quickly out of my shell. Was it worthwhile, the simple and unburdened life I had led before? Or should I had taken more risks as a child, been less sheltered? Until around grade seven I had scarcely cared about my outside life—the world within my mind had always been enough for me. In grade seven, I had gotten rudely snapped out of my shell by a bully named Tyler Gardiner who had beaten me with a stick and insulted me daily for six months of my life. I had been bullied as a child but a stick?! That had been quite new to me. As a child, I had been laughed at somewhat and shoved and pushed and gotten face washes—ah winters had been fun! But now the ones who had bullied me when I was little were now some pretty good friends, and right now I don’t regret a single bit of my life.
I’m just wondering how different things would have been if I had been more of an extrovert when I had been a kid—my social skills would have greatly improved, along with my life. Well these days I have quite a good amount of friends, both online and in real life, and I guess I’m happy enough. I just wish that things were different sometimes….
I love my life. I haven’t lived yet despite all the things I’ve done—I found out recently that the amount of things you do doesn’t matter, what matters is the amount of years you do them in. Wisdom doesn’t come from experiences it comes from time being on this planet. I have not lived yet despite it all, and I cannot wait for the years to come.
To finish off, I eventually got to my school, smiling all the way. I should get on the wrong bus more often. xD Definitely a good diversion from the regular monotonous routine of a high school life.
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