Rant: Why the Yahoos on Public Transit just need to stop

I have had this on my mind for a long time. Normally I don’t rant on my blog because I do that with my friends, and not on a social forum. I just have to say something.

#sorrynotsorry
#sorrynotsorryhave to say something.

I’m from a small town. I get that.

I now live in a city and things are different. I also get that, however, sometimes I want to move so far away from the city to a small remote village on a random island somewhere to escape all of the people who have forgotten about manners and how to behave like humans.

I take public transit every day. Each and every day, I get pushed, shoved or treated like wherever I am going couldn’t possibly be as important as the guy or gal with the giant backpack (that they refuse to take off on the subway or bus to allow for anyone to pass or line up in a normal manner). I’m really tired of it.

I am so sick of how rude people are to each other; how people won’t give up their seat for the pregnant lady who got on the bus. They avoid eye contact until someone like me, half way to the back of the bus, offers up their seat when we see what is happening up front. They yell phone conversations across buses. They spit. They leave garbage everywhere. A bag gets a seat while people stand or have to politely ask the person to move their stuff while they pretend to not hear.

It’s a really fun game.

I’m not sure when people stopped caring about others. When pushing and shoving and treating other patrons that taking public transit became  acceptable. It’s no different for how some people also treat the drivers.

Today, I witnessed a driver get yelled at by some yahoo lady who was pounding on the bus door of a very full bus. To be clear she wasn’t even at the actual bus stop, which to most would be step one of the ‘taking the bus’ process. The driver had already asked people to move back, but they weren’t listening, and there was no room for this lady on his bus behind the white line, which is also not just a fluffy made up rule. It’s for safety…. He tried his best and she wouldn’t listen. Pounding on the door, she then yelled that he would be fired and a bunch of other inane babble. Le sigh.

“Excuse me, kindly move your bag off of my face.” (Photo borrowed from: torontoist – Harry Choi, he did not approve this caption. ha.)

Getting off of the bus is a whole other debacle in itself. People use their bags as a shield as they plough through what they treat as cornfields, to get off the bus ahead of everyone else. Where are you going that you need to do this in such a rush? If you’re late that sucks, but that doesn’t mean you have to mow down a lady with a cane to get to the subway platform for your next leg of your travel. Politely say excuse me. Maybe don’t shove. Maybe even apologize when you whack me in the head with your bag as you shove me. Baby steps. I’m not going to expect miracles, but man. This is really really sad.

I’m just wondering when all of this became okay?

I know I could get a car, and take other transportation. I also know there are good people who take transit every day and don’t push people. A woman held people back the other day just to let me out of my seat. Thank you to her.

So thank you to those people who make me smile through the commute – the ones who make me forget that I just got pushed, that make me laugh when they too roll their eyes when other people do the above-mentioned things.

I hope there are more people out there like you.

Can all of you other yahoos take lessons from these people? Please?! Maybe give is a good hard go. You’d probably be surprised at how smoothly your commute goes, at how quickly (or quicker) you get to where you’re going when you all act like decent people, treating other humans, as you’d like to be treated too. Have some respect for yourself and others. It’s the human thing to do.

xo

-Bexx

(Author’s Note: I love the word yahoo.  That’s actually a fact.  I think it should be brought back.  That and when people say a lie and then yell ‘NOTTTT!’ {eg.  We should really do that *pause* NOTTTT!!!} really loudly.)

 

 

The sharpest pencil in the box….

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I think I’ve learned a lot in my short 30 years.  Part of me always wishes I could go back with the knowledge that I have now (like in 13 going on 30) and tell my teenaged self that everything will be just fine and not to worry so much – chill out, enjoy things and most importantly learn all that you can.  I still tell myself these days to chill out and to stop worrying so much about life, and just take it all in.  I’ve taken up yoga and meditation.  I try to slow myself down and appreciate what is around me.  I forget all this and resort back to my old thoughts sometimes.  I’m far from perfect.  Life is a learning process after all!

I did my first podcast the other day (Bexx plug here)  and even though I did it over the phone I was more nervous than I’ve been in a long time, and was super glad that the podcast was not in person. (I probably would have sweat all over the equipment and short-circuited everything, thereby sabotaging my very first podcast of history heh) I’m not sure why I was so nervous – I can’t really explain it, but I was. I never really pictured or thought that I would ever be featured on a podcast or have a blog that anyone read (besides my family and closest friends.) For me most of the things that are happening lately are a bit surreal and makes me feel kind of funny.

In the midst of all these recent happenings in my life – whether it be work, volunteering or just overall every day life events, have made me realize that we all have dr seusssomething special to offer. I think it’s good to accept what you are good at and realize that you have something to offer the world, that other people don’t.  No one is exactly like you, no one thinks exactly the way you do, or does things the way that you would.  Based on all your previous life experiences, you walk through the world sometimes giving yourself less credit than you deserve.  Maybe you think no one would listen or read if you wrote a blog, or maybe you’re afraid that people will judge you or already know the things you do.  They don’t always.  Sometimes people can share in what you write and connect with it through their experiences, but yours are still unique.

Use what you’re good at.  Don’t be afraid to tell your stories and share your thoughts.  I have always worried so much about what people think, and hesitated in a lot of ways in my life.  Say what you want to say. You’re important.

Play on playas,

-Bexx

The Better Person

I’ve written similar posts to this oBetter personne before on workout buddies/support systems, but tonight made me realize just how important it is to surround yourself with great people.  Well that’s not fully the truth – this whole weekend has made me realize this.

Ultimately your friends are there to support you when you need it, and also tell you when you’re being ridiculous.  I’m pretty ridiculous sometimes, as you know, so it’s always nice when people are around you to give you that reality check.  (I hear “Oh Bexx!” a lot because of my silly antics. hah)

I think the better the people you surround yourself with, the better person you become.  iI’s like when you have a running buddy.  When they are a bit faster than you at first it seems discouraging (if you let it.)  “I’ll never get there!” *pounds table with fist*  As the weeks pass and you keep up with them, less out of breath than last week, you realize that you too are improving.  You are becoming what you surround yourself with.  (I don’t recommend running with an Olympian in this analogy….like we all have goals and it’s great to surround yourself with greats, but if you’re trying to speed up to an Olympian you may just end up feeling worse about yourself, and that’s not the point.  I’m sure you get my drift! 😉 hahah)

Tonight I got together with some old university roomies that I mentioned in my NYE list post, and we had dinner, caught up and discussed our individual lists.  Jay Skyped in because he couldn’t make it to Toronto (more crazy snowing going on.)  We never judge each other on our respective lists, accomplishments or goals, we just listen and celebrate with a Kidstreet clap (please see 17 second point of the video for an example) when someone has accomplished something amazing etc. We discuss and laugh, and overall end the evening with some awesome YouTube clips.

The one thing that stood out to me tonight that I wasn’t expecting, was that I have let far too much time pass in between when I had seen these people last.  I was on the outside of some of the inside jokes, and I’ve fallen behind in their lives unintentionally.  I’ve gotten so wrapped up in my own ‘stuff’ that I have forgotten to reach out as much as I should.  I’ve missed important proposals, dance caves, DJ Earworm mash-ups, and important life milestones, like getting dream jobs.  I am adding another goal to 2014 – to make sure that friendships like these do not get put on the back-burner for other ‘stuff.’

We talk about goals; we talk about failures; we talk about things that wouldn’t even make sense if you repeated them ten times; we laugh; we reflect on the things we can do better, and the better people that we can become.

*thankful*

*plays fav mash-up smiling*

-Bexx