Monday, 10 March 2008
Thoughts From The Back Seat Of A Taxi Cab
I work in the city and often find that I spend most of my time traveling in the back seat of a Taxi Cab. I would be better off taking the train to save money or walking to keep fit, but unfortunately for my Wallet, zipping through the streets in a Cab is one of my favourite ways to see the City.
…Sometimes my Wallet screams at night…
Now, that I’ve inconveniently converted to Taxiism… No, not the Love of Taxes, but the Love of a Bumpy Ride, Near Death Experiences, Nausea and Insane Drivers who get cranky if they have to go a long way (ah, Hello! It’s more money for you, doofus!).
I enjoy looking out my window, or if its warm, leaning my head out the window like a dog, and staring at people, buildings, cars, sky, and trees or just dreaming; I may have my eyes open, but it doesn’t mean I’m always seeing what flashes past me.
Unfortunately, my recent taxi drive just filled me full of incompetence and insecurity.
I don’t know why, but I found myself thinking about couples and about how all the girls seemed to dramatically update their wardrobes all at the same time, leaving me behind.
I’m your typical teenager/young adult. It’s all about me. I’m a consumer. I’m materialistic. I still believe in love. I still feel like a loser. So, unfortunately for any readers searching for some sort of educated entertainment, you may feel your brains drying up, begging for some sort of mind activity.
…You won’t find that here. So do your dear Brain a favour and quit this.
Now, that I’m writing this, I realize that it isn’t really anything too important to notate. I will press on anyway. Queue the “Emo” music.
During my short taxi ride, it seemed as if all the hip girls of the town decided to come out and taunt me with their glorious fashion choices and wicked style.
I also noticed how many people were walking in couple…
This is going nowhere. I shan’t continue…