I Can Think A Lot Of Things On The Bus To Work And Home

You can call me a bus man. You know I spend 2 hours per day staying on the bus to work and home. I live far from where I work, so you know the reason. Go work by bus is one of my most hated things in the world. There are too many people on the bus! God knows why there are so many people in the world, just like ants in cloudy days.

Good news is I have learned to bear it recently. Now I have the ability to bear the bus men. How do I manage it? Oh, let me share it with you. I try to ignore people on the bus, that is, I pretend they are disappeared, I assume they are not beside me, so I can think something freely, without interruption by those boring and common people. I think about some philosophical proposition, for example, who am I? Where am I from? Where will I go? Something like this. You know, it's cool to use my brain freely. Under such condition, my thought is like a bird flying in the blue sky.  I am intoxicated with it. How wonderful it is!

It seems that my ideas come from the bus now. Thanks for bus.