Blue Bus

It was just like any other day after work. Except, today. One tiny detail about his journey home was different.

He rode the train as usual. He walked the usual path. He sang while he made little rhythmic steps to the songs in his head.

He doesn't know what inspired his next move. Maybe it was the police car that passed him by with the youths in it. Something about breaking the law.. Bending the rules or going against the authority. He wanted to have a taste of it.

As I did my double-takes while I crossed the forbidden path, an act known as jaywalking, I saw an oncoming huge, blue bus. It was slow but I know it was gaining momentum towards me.

I had this sudden image in my mind and my head was telling me this:

"Xing You, just picture yourself still standing on the road. And when the blue bus is about to hit you, you move away just in time. Are you a teeny bit curious to know how that feels?"

For a moment, I nearly stopped walking and wanted to just stand there. But my legs carried me forward. When I reached the other side of the road safely. I thought "Okay, dude. You just nearly had a near-death experience."

The rest of the journey was a quiet reflection, punctuated by Jason Mraz's songs in my ears. I'm not desperate for attention, I'm not suicidal. But there's just something about me that seems a little bit... off.

That's as far I'm going for tonight. I haven't quite collected all my thoughts because some parts of my brain are shut down due to fatigue.