I sat on the bus, for which I had waited 20 minutes for. I scratched my head and thought about the man next to me. He was reading Psychology Today on his phone. I wanted to know what he was reading about. I wondered what was wrong with him, how he was going to change. I thought about the idea of me sitting next to him, who I was and who this man was and how we were sitting next to each other. A man across from us was speaking out loud to no one. I thought how maybe I will be on the bus the longest-what does that say about me. A woman got on the bus. She was carrying a medium-sized bottle of Diet Pepsi. It was a bad size. She was making many expressions with her face. I watched her and realized she was crying. She had tears coming down her face. I sat and watched her until she got off and she never looked at me. When I got off I yelled at the bus which I never do. I wondered why I yelled. I imagined seeing myself from far away and seeing me yell and wondering what I would think of me. What kind of person am I. What do I think of that person.