The bus

For cost reasons I opted to take a greyhound down to AZ. Because of the current world situation I am now 20 hours into a 28 hour (or more) bus journey. I’m sitting here while a truck stop fixes a tire on the bus just kinda blown away by the madness that is humanity. I have seen 3 different bus depot’s with one more to go and somehow all of them have been in differently but equally sketchy parts of towns. I have been hit on 12 times, while having made eye contact 0 times. I have seen 3 actual fights break out, I guess when people just couldn’t handle anymore time in various sized metal boxes, and this bus, this bus randomly smells of dirty dippers just often enough that it is impossible to get used to, and through all of this the other 3 people who got on the same buses I did this far into the journey just seem bored. Like this is just normal if you travel via greyhound, like after X number of greyhound trips you just become worn down to the fact that you seem to be stuck in some kind of unending bus theamed purgatory. And more then anything else right now, I would like to be done being on the fucking bus.