Me and Being A Traveler

Once again I’m on a bus and once again I’m totally bitchowski.

First I snap at the local girl who is nattering away behind me. Then I grab the finger of the bus attendant, who’s got the balls to wake me up by poking my head! In a minute, even without opening my other eye, I tell him “If you touch my head again I’ll beat you up!” Then I yank the seat back - hard. Moreover my feet are cramped, I’m too tall for this shit.

Meanwhile at the end of the three minute break I don’t chuck my half finished smoke. I get on the bus still lit up like it’s the most normal thing in the world and the bus attendant just has to chat me up. “Maam, you can not smoke in the bus!” the dude’s aghast and in hot pursuit. I blow smoke right into his skull because of the requirements of being passive aggressive. He is mostly saying “you can’t smoke on the bus” but I convince him it isn’t even lit and he’s gone. Eventually I put the cigarette back in its pouch not to waste it. I’m too agog to roll up blunt again in every 30-second breaks…

Afterwards I was chanting Rudraksha to calm down and the guy next to me starts rubbing. Me, I start to staring back up at him as I -already- build entire nature of the globe. In the end he has to leave his seat and moves to the back. Now I am the only person on the bus stretched out on two seats.

To be honest I don’t like to keep going places.  I mean it’s an ordeal to be a traveler until you’ve got to wherever you’re headed. See, I am too fussy for this shit too. Even if it’s that place just over here I can’t sleep the night before. Because I’m at pains to get to the gate six hours before if it’s a flight and three hours for a bus. I don’t like missing a boat I’ve already paid for. Also I am not good person in morning. I need loads of time in the morning. You know I have to drink that Turkish coffee, man.  I have to take a shower. I have to smoke. Shouldn’t speak to anyone in the morning even the birds shouldn’t warble. So if someone comes along and starts interfering (moooorning) I get a panic attack. Rather it’s “get well soon miss bitchowski.”

Not every time, but unless I pop two valium I need to beg the forgiveness of every encounter on my journey... 

I mean day and night and day and night and day and nig...

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-Nepal-