If I wanted to listen to your music, I would have sat next to you.
If I wanted to listen to the activities of your throat oysters on their miraculous journey from your throat to your mouth and then the bus floor. I would buy a stethoscope.
If I didn’t want to have to position myself between you and small children and the elderly, I would have ensured you and your kind were not allowed to use public transport.
“Chav” gangs on buses. My own healthy way to deal with stress management.
If it’s not a verbal beat down it’s a swift confrontation met with applause from those on the bus and the driver kicking them off.
Sometimes the best feelings come from dealing with the worst things. The funny thing is. Most of the people i just stood up for would avoid me because of my appearance. Ah well.
I hope all of you are making the best of your opportunities to make others question their own beliefs.