…Especially those people who get on the bus and then get off two or four stops later. If you are old, and/or weak, then, I guess, the fault lies on my general lothing and ageism of boomers getting the better of me.
If you happen to be a youngish person, who is lazy, hip or apathetic, though in most Americans case, the answer is all three, then my judgement seems warrented. I’m sure some of these men and women are late for important clothing sales or beautiful dates with other like minded jerks, which will inevitably lead to the further propagation of the lazy asshole gene.
My judgement only furthers the hatred of complete strangers and leaves me more issolated and xenophobic of other people who, when put in my situation, couldn’t care less about when someone gets on or off a bus. This is because, despite the fact that their actions seem wrong to me, they at least understand that the post copernican world we live in today does not revolve around their actions. Whereas I, locked in my head with my judgement blanket, tend to forget that every person’s actions have only the mildest of correlation to me.
