12 October 2011
WARNING/APOLOGIES:
- Firstly a warning to ’Stevie’ who told me yesterday my status updates are to long so he should stop reading now.
- Secondly a warning to anyone easily shocked, offended or bored they too should stop reading now.
- And finally an apology to my Mother and Father, who I know read this, who should not blame themselves. They did their best………..….obviously it just wasn’t good enough.
Ok folks today is a big day……….
It’s the day I declare to the world what I really am. The day I throw off the harnesses of society’s perceived normality and accept the real me. It’s the day that I regain some pride in myself and hopefully begin on the road to recovery. The day I stop living a lie for fear of what others may think and stand proud as the person I am. It’s the day I come out.………….. (Before Al, who for some reason is a bit pissed at me, outs me herself).
For my name is Malcolm and I am a Bus Wanker (hence forth referred to as a BW). NB. Just to clarify a BW is a derogatory term for a person who uses the bus not W’s on the bus.
Many of you will, I am sure be shocked and no doubt my friends list will diminish as a result, but it is the 21st Century and although I am not proud of what I am we BW’s should be able to stand up and be counted and no longer stand hiding behind the adverts at the bus stop for fear of public ridicule.
So yes I am one of those people you see huddled together like penguins wet and cold peering hopefully up the road for a bus that never comes. I see your sneering faces as you pass by in your 4x4’s, your people carriers and your smart cars. All warm and cosy with your iPods playing and your heated seats warming your fat asses. When you see the icicles dripping from our noses and the wind howling through the broken windows of our bus shelters do you ever stop to think? Do you see us just as part of the street furniture, as poor unfortunates who if they’d tried harder at school could have made more of themselves?
Well we are humans too, we have feelings, and we have rights. None of us asked to be BW’s it’s just one of those things that happens. Maybe its peer pressure, a desire to escape, an inability to say no, or maybe just too cheap to get a car but once you start on this path it is a downward spiral. But I believe I have reached the bottom I think the realisation that we were being forced into special lanes to keep us away from ordinary folk finally woke me up to how low I had sunk.
There are of course different degrees of BWing with those known as ‘Commuters’ being among the worst and this unfortunately is the group into which I fall. I know my father used to do it but never talks about it and my mother actually used to take us with her when she did it. All the kids have done it as well, although they think I don’t know, but fortunately only recreationally and let’s be honest we all experimented when we were young
So today I declare myself a BW and tomorrow I will recount how I came to find myself in this sorry state. It may be too late to save myself but if my story can save just one other person than it will have been worth it…………………
It’s the day I declare to the world what I really am. The day I throw off the harnesses of society’s perceived normality and accept the real me. It’s the day that I regain some pride in myself and hopefully begin on the road to recovery. The day I stop living a lie for fear of what others may think and stand proud as the person I am. It’s the day I come out.………….. (Before Al, who for some reason is a bit pissed at me, outs me herself).
For my name is Malcolm and I am a Bus Wanker (hence forth referred to as a BW). NB. Just to clarify a BW is a derogatory term for a person who uses the bus not W’s on the bus.
Many of you will, I am sure be shocked and no doubt my friends list will diminish as a result, but it is the 21st Century and although I am not proud of what I am we BW’s should be able to stand up and be counted and no longer stand hiding behind the adverts at the bus stop for fear of public ridicule.
So yes I am one of those people you see huddled together like penguins wet and cold peering hopefully up the road for a bus that never comes. I see your sneering faces as you pass by in your 4x4’s, your people carriers and your smart cars. All warm and cosy with your iPods playing and your heated seats warming your fat asses. When you see the icicles dripping from our noses and the wind howling through the broken windows of our bus shelters do you ever stop to think? Do you see us just as part of the street furniture, as poor unfortunates who if they’d tried harder at school could have made more of themselves?
Well we are humans too, we have feelings, and we have rights. None of us asked to be BW’s it’s just one of those things that happens. Maybe its peer pressure, a desire to escape, an inability to say no, or maybe just too cheap to get a car but once you start on this path it is a downward spiral. But I believe I have reached the bottom I think the realisation that we were being forced into special lanes to keep us away from ordinary folk finally woke me up to how low I had sunk.
There are of course different degrees of BWing with those known as ‘Commuters’ being among the worst and this unfortunately is the group into which I fall. I know my father used to do it but never talks about it and my mother actually used to take us with her when she did it. All the kids have done it as well, although they think I don’t know, but fortunately only recreationally and let’s be honest we all experimented when we were young
So today I declare myself a BW and tomorrow I will recount how I came to find myself in this sorry state. It may be too late to save myself but if my story can save just one other person than it will have been worth it…………………
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