The young balding guy has had the straggly bits cut off so he looks cool now. When I see him I just wanna go 'awwww' and grin and hug him. Weird.
Bus driver this morning was a bit heavy with his foot. Zooming off and breaking suddenly - I was standing and would have flown all over the place if I hadn't been holding on. What a total wanker.
Been totally down lately so yeah - not much happening and not much to say.
Who am I kidding. There's nothing much of interest to write about. I do enjoy people watching though. There's a guy who catches the bus to work that I know from sight and he's grown a beard and it makes him look stern yet distinguished - very different from what he looks like without a beard. Then there's the Asian women - one older with grey hair and one younger who gets on later and joins her and they chat away - no idea where they come from - a South East Asian region anyway. The guy in about his 40s who once had hair cream showing in his cropped hair and it looked like bird shit. He seems to have one arm shorter than the other and walks with a limp. The tall, attractive, but large woman with long dark hair. Then there's the older woman with short white hair and glasses who, I hear, has recently got engaged. There's hope for me yet. Though waiting until I'm close to my 60s is a bit depressing.
One bus I got there was a young guy in his 20s who was balding on top but had long straggly bits. I wanted to cut them off. He looked a bit like an online friend of mine so he fascinated me. I wonder what he's like. Funny how you're attracted to someone who looks like someone you know and like. They're never the same of course.
Anyway, it's been raining a lot and, strangely, I don't care. Normally the weather depresses me but I just look out glumly and shrug internally. Some people were wiping at the steamed up bus windows to get a look at the river, higher than usual. I didn't give a shit.
I feel this strange yearning, but I don't know for what. A completely different life probably...
