Art Murmur

bus ride home

I don't know about anyone else, but when I am on my cell phone, I am very aware of people who might be eavesdropping. Perhaps because I am an eavesdropper myself--not the annoying kind who drop their pencils on the floor, just to bend forward with one ear to listen to a conversation--but the very suave, pretend-what-I'm-doing-is-really-intriguing-but-I'm-really-listening-to-your-sick-conversation-with-your-classmate-about-your-dildo-mishap-last-night eavesdropper.

Therefore, when I have to make or take a phone call on the bus--which I hate doing but it passes the time--I do it with caution. One might even call me generic. But I don't care--when there are 25 other people standing within need-a-tic-tac? reach, I'm going to be generic. For instance, if you ask me what I did this weekend, I would not tell you that I drank my own urine because my roommate told me it was an anti-oxidant, nor would I say "yo yo, you can't drink five espressos all at once, yo, you're going to have a heart attack yo," nor would I complain about how dry and chapped my lips are.

posted by Laurel @ 11/28/2005 08:18:00 PM