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Bus driver? I'll let you finish.

After I left work I got stuck in traffic. It's been such a long time since I've really driven anywhere. I forgot about the traffic. I pulled to a stop at a red light. On the side of the road in some gravel was a school bus. Must be on its way to school, I thought. I saw the bus driver standing next to it.

He was peeing on the bus.

There was no mistake in my mind that he was peeing on the bus. Not in the bushes or just off to the side of it. On the bus. He was peeing on the bus. I don't understand that. Why would you pee on what's yours? I would probably never pee on my own car. I've peed on cars belonging to other people, but that's different. Your car is a part of you in the same way a bicycle is part of you. An extension. A dancing partner. You don't pee on your dancing partner.

So I kept driving. Seriously, though. Who does that?

Sometimes I think about leaving. Acting on some dreams. Going places. Doing things. What's holding me down, anyway? Reality? Since when do I pay attention to that. It is a good thing, I think, to have a solid grasp on reality. I'm working on it. I wish I could work faster. That's okay.

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Ashley said…
Going after dreams is important, but staying grounded is important, too. Dreams don't just happen most of the time. Usually people have to put in a lot of work to reach their goals.

IF you really want something, go get it. You can't sit around thinking of how much you want it without taking action.

Easier said than done? Definitely, but nobody said it would be easy.
October 18, 2008 at 4:51 PM
Anonymity said…
If you really wanted to go, wouldn't you? I've been thinking the same thing. But I guess I don't really want to because I haven't said it out loud.
October 18, 2008 at 5:15 PM
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