Strange world!

I'm starting to wonder if I really don't like living in the city. I can never make my mind up. I get bored everywhere I go. So the reason I'm "down" on the city is because I have to ride the bus, and I'm unhappy that I am forced to experience the city in this way. When I moved here, I was so excited to just breathe in the dirty, rotten, polluted air; ride the dirty, stinky lightrail (by choice at the time); and watch the weirdos and dirty bums stagger around this lovely place we call a city. I wanted it all! I couldn't wait to leave the country of boring days and even more boring nights. SCRREEECCCHHH!!! And that's where the fun ends...and real life begins. There's nothing like waiting for a bus and being surrounded by grey-bearded homeless men, all the while they are yelling at you for not giving the money, then staring at you with a look that could quite possibly mean "kill". Well, I lived through it thanks to the kindness of a lady that was parking near a car lot and she waited with me until the bus arrived. As The Doors once said, "People are strange, when you're a stranger". In this case, I hope to stay a stranger to those guys, because no matter how friendly I am, they will always be strange.