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posted on Feb, 18 2016 @ 02:29 AM
Fellow members, greetings once again.
I went to see a movie last night, for the first time in a very long time. Which movie is unimportant, or rather, not relevant to the scenario at
hand.
When the movie was done, my friends and I left the cinema, stood outside and chatted a while, and then went our separate ways. I headed to the bus
stop, and boarded the bus for home. At the first stop on the route, a young girl, who could not have been more than seventeen years of age, boarded
the bus also, and immediately recognised some other passengers, who were sat right at the back, about six seats to the rear of my position. Now,
normally speaking, I keep my self to myself, and as long as everyone else on the bus is minding their business, by not broadcasting it at outrageous
volume, I can tune out of whatever conversations are happening around me, and get lost in my brain for the quarter hour that the journey home normally
takes.
Not so on this night, on this bus. The girl I mentioned plonked herself down at the back of the bus, and within seconds I knew what was going to
happen. A long, loud, expletive laced conversation on matters including the consumption of hard drugs, how much one of the people she had recognised
would probably enjoy performing a particular sex act upon her, and how ugly various people in film, life, and history were. She even opined that one
of the people, another young lady, who got on the bus not long after she did, looked "like, you know, dirty, and a bit of a ******* tramp yeah? Like
a used condom or sumfin.".
I was looking at the target of this barb, right at the back of her head, and I saw her face fall from behind, such was the disgraceful nature of what
was said, the only quotable part of which, I have provided. That was not all that was said on the matter, but that is all I can bare to post. Now, I
am not one to generalise and I am aware that not all seventeen to twenty one year olds behave, or speak like the girl at the back of the bus. But the
fact that there are people who will sit there, and with great volume discuss hard drug use, their unwanted and unwelcome opinions as to the physical
characteristics of one or another fellow bus user, the fact that this was a young person, makes me quite angry. I had been having a good night. By the
time I got off the bus, I was once again reminded why some days of the week, I am ashamed to be a member of the species.
I would once have stood up, turned around, and told said mouthpiece exactly what I thought of all this, but recent experiences have shown me that a)
it would have had no, or negative effect on the atmosphere in the bus, and b) that doing the right thing, is something which, while I am always
prepared to do, ought to be done at the right time, and with proper protection from unreasonable consequence, and I have had an awful lot of
unreasonable consequence over the last couple of years, as some of you may know.
However, in the cold light of morning, I realise that I probably should have just bitten the bullet, and let that individual know exactly what
everyone else was thinking, that being something along the lines of "Miss, your mouth is a pit of such filth that only Satans rear passage can
compare to it, in terms of the foul content, and vile issue which comes from it, and I believe I speak for everyone on this conveyance when I say the
following: shut your disgusting mouth, keep your opinions of everyone here to yourself, and when you get off this bus, go and get yourself a hobby
that includes something other than experimental chemistry."
I am left wondering what kind of a country I live in, where I am aware that saying and doing the right thing will always be worse for me and mine,
than doing and saying nothing. I am ashamed of my restraint. I appeased someone and I hate myself at the moment for so doing.
I would like to discuss the state of things today in this country, what it means when even I have my mouth shuttered by the possible legal
ramifications of my words and deeds. What would you have done, how would you have done it, and how much would your choice be effected by things other
than your gut?