The Bus Chronicles: A Wee Catch Up

My Bus Chronicles posts are usually full of weird goings on or negativity. Well, you may be pleased to know that this one is a lot more positive!

My Bus Chronicles posts are usually full of weird goings on or negativity. Well, you may be pleased to know that this one is a lot more positive!

 

Recently, I was heading home from work and was fully expecting my journey to be the same old, mundane part of my day that usually passes me by. I had thoughts of getting home, changing into my PJs and having a nice cup of tea. Little did I know that I was about to get a lovely surprise.

 

I was waiting at the bus stop (as one would do when waiting for a bus) and doing a little bit of people watching to pass the time. I saw a few familiar faces; ones which I had grown accustomed to seeing at that particular time of the day but not people whom I knew personally. Suddenly, I saw a friendly face among the crowd. One I hadn’t seen in a very long time and one which made me smile. Who was it, I hear you wondering? Well, it was Charlene, @blogabtnothing1, of course!

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Many of you may know Charlene, whether just in passing in the blogging scene or if you have interacted with her personally. Regardless of how you know her, you’ll know that she is one of the purest, kindest souls you could ever meet. Despite not seeing each other for a long time and although our previous interactions had been brief, few and far between, when she noticed me she instantly smiled, struck up a conversation and seemed genuinely interested to see how I was doing. It would have been so easy for either of us to just keep the interaction at a brief hello and goodbye. We could have sat at different seats on the bus and just kept to ourselves but that’s not what happened.

 

When we got on the bus, we both chose seats next to each other and continued the chat. It was nice to just sit and have a proper wee catch up, as all too often these sort of chats can be so superficial and forced. There was nothing forced about this little meeting and I got the feeling that we both were both incredibly comfortable; so much so that we started talking about very personal things, how things were making us feel deep down and the big plans we had for the future. Honestly, the more I think about it, the more I realise the amount we managed to cram into the brief 45 minutes that we had with each other. Despite covering a lot in our conversation, I still felt like we could have sat and chatted for hours. Charlene, if you’re reading this, we definitely need to grab a coffee some time and get a proper chat!

 

It’s safe to say that this was one of the nicest highlights from my January 2019. It may seem silly to some people but I genuinely feel like we made a strong connection. When I make a connection like that with another person, it makes my heart glad. It doesn’t happen very often so I will always cherish moments like that.

 

Thanks for reading, folks.

 

Love and Peace

 

 

The Bus Chronicles: The Long Wait

It’s been a while since I did a Bus Chronicles post but today seems like a good day for another one, given the experience I just had whilst coming home with my Christmas shopping.


A lot of folk think that shopping on Christmas Eve is a pain in the arse but it really isn’t all it’s made out to be. I was able to get everything I needed quite quickly and I didn’t feel rushed as I was browsing for presents for my family. I was in a really good mood and feeling very festive. Well, that was about to change drastically.


The worst part of today was the journey home. When I finished my shopping, I went to the nearest bus stop, knowing that there would be one along shortly… or so I thought. There was a couple standing at the bus stop when I arrived and I noticed from their expressions that they seemed to have been waiting a while before I arrived. That wasn’t a good sign. Thus began the longest wait for a bus that I’ve ever had. The sun was going down and it was getting colder by the minute. My legs became sore very quickly from standing in the same spot. My mood changed from one of happiness to being very grumpy and cranky. I was not loving life.


It was now getting ridiculous. I started to try different things; superstitious gestures that supposedly cause a bus to arrive. I sparked up a cigarette regularly to see if that would summon a bus, the way it usually does. Nope. I started walking away from the bus stop in the hopes that Sod’s Law would intervene. Nope. I even waved my wand at the side of the road to see if Ernie and the Knight Bus would magically appear. Again, nope. I was cold, tired, hungry and cranky. I just wanted to get home. When the bus eventually arrived, it was, of course, busy, given that it was super late and crowds must have built up at each bus stop. Normally this would irritate me but I was just so happy to be on my way home.


The bad mood didn’t continue for long and by the time I reached my home stop, I was happy again. I wished the driver a Merry Christmas and went on my way. I’m home and wrapping presents and very much looking forward to seeing my family on Christmas Day. I’m also very glad that I won’t need to get any buses tomorrow, not that they run on Christmas Day anyway.


A very Merry Christmas to each and every one of you and I hope you spend some time with your loved ones.


Love and Peace

That Holiday Feeling

I’m currently sat on a bus, which is taking me to St Andrews for my yearly holiday with my family. I have been particularly anxious today and have felt my jaw clenching quite often; however, since I got on this bus, I have been gradually feeling better. More calm and more relaxed. I genuinely feel like this is because I am on my way to one of my favourite places on this Earth and I know that I will soon have my feet up, without a care in the world.

 

There is just something so unique about this feeling that I get when I am going on holiday to St Andrews. I love this feeling. There are very few things about which I get excited but I am defnitely excited about this. Not just excited but also content. A feeling of familiarity.

 

This is also one of the few times that my whole family gets together and spends an extended period of time in one house, enjoying each other’s company and doing our own thing as we please but always coming back together for dinner and days out. This is a genuinely precious time for me and I want to savour every moment.

 

Love and Peace

One Small Step for a Beard…

Well, I’ve made another step towards managing my mental health. It’s not an easy one and I’m feeling very anxious about seeing it through: I made an appointment with my doctor.

This has been something that I’ve tried to do in the past but there was always something stopping it from happening; whether it was no appointments being available or my anxiety stopping me from pursuing it. I’ve generally been anxious about seeing my doctor recently, anyway. I don’t know why but I have a feeling it’s an extension of how I’ve been feeling the last couple of years, with my sudden change from being a happy-go-lucky guy to being a twisted, depressed sack of meat and bones.

I’ve never been great at taking medication. I think that’s because I haven’t been ill very often in my life and my body can generally fight off anything that’s thrown at it. Upon reflection, my anxiety in this particular situation may stem from that: knowing that there’s a high probability my doctor will prescribe anti-depressants. I have heard both good and bad things about them but to me they are quite scary. Not something I ever thought I would need to use.

This step that I took today in booking the appointment is a small one in the grand scheme of things. Although, it is a giant leap in terms of my progress. Here’s hoping that it helps.

Love and Peace.

The Bus Chronicles: Wrong Turn

I was not happy about having to be in work today in the first place (there is a whole other story that I may delve into at some point); however, what happened with my bus this morning just put me into an even worse mood and I cannot wait to get home.

The Women’s Great Scottish Run took place today (it may even still be taking place as I write this and I can see it from the office if I look out of the window). I forgot about this and assumed that I would have my usual, easy journey to work. I didn’t want to be in work but I had settled into the fact that I had to just deal with it and I was up for a chilled bus journey to the office. Needless to say, this did not happen. You know that feeling you get when you’re on a bus and the driver takes a wrong turn? The feeling of confusion and panic, as you watch your destination fade into the distance and behind buildings? The moment that you realise not will you not make it to work on time but you have no idea where you might end up? Has the bus driver lost it and just decided to do whatever the hell he wants? Yeah, those feelings all happen. Sometimes one by one and sometimes all at once, simultaneously. It was not a good feeling.

When I managed to calm my brain down and think rationally (it didn’t take long; it’s surprising how quickly the human brain can cycle through thoughts and emotions), I thought to myself “maybe he’s taking a diversion, I didn’t pay enough attention to see any diversion signs on the road“. I waited and watched the route the driver was taking, paying close attention to any signs that he might end up back on the normal route… nope. That didn’t happen. By the time I realised I wasn’t going anywhere near the office, I was in Govan, at the bus station. The driver saw me in his rear view mirror and beckoned for me to come over. I grabbed my bag and sidled up to the front, asking as I drew nearer “has there been a diversion today, mate?” The driver replied: “Aye mate, it’s the Great Scottish Run, the road along the river has been closed.” Okay. That’s fine. I felt a little better knowing that he wasn’t just having a rebellious moment and throwing caution to the wind. “You can get the next bus going back into town and get off at the squinty bridge.” Right, I had a plan to get back into town and get to work. I got off the bus and called the office, telling them exactly what had happened and that I would be late but I didn’t know exactly how late. This was fine.

I waited for the next bus, which only took a few minutes. As I got on the bus, I showed my ticket to the driver and said: “I need to get off at the squinty bridge, can you let me know when we’re at the right stop, y’know, because of the diversion?“….I got a confused look from this driver and wondered if he maybe wasn’t sure which stop I meant. I went to explain myself further, when he stopped me and made my mood even worse… “It’s alright, buddy, I’m going the normal route. The run doesn’t start ’til half 10.” This should have been a saving grace, at a time when I thought I was going to be late for work and was now going to make it by the skin of my teeth. No. It wasn’t a saving grace in my head. In my head, it was just confirmation that the previous driver had absolutely no need to take the diversion and I should have already been walking up to the front foor of the office and counting down the hours until I could go home… but no. Instead, I had been led on a wild adventure through Glasgow for no bloody reason at all. You can imagine I wasn’t happy.

Since then, I have been laughing about it with my colleagues but the rage is still there somewhere. I just want to go home and chill out with my music and eat food.