this post brought to you by a bus commute

On my lovely bus ride home, I thought a lot about stuff. I do this on every bus ride when I'm not reading or sleeping. Today I thought about how unhealthy it is to hold onto the bitterness and anger surrounding "your lot in life" when you have no control over anything (or anybody) but your own outlook. Meaning, we all have shit that we can't change, people we can't change, life events we can't change, but we can change how we react to them, deal with them, and learn from them. I'm working on that, and on not letting negative energy about trivial shit consume me. It may be a form of denial to just refuse to listen to negative stuff, but its working for now. I don't see much wrong with just doing what I think is good for me and saying fuck it to everything else, again for now. Obviously I still maintain obligations (I pay bills, get wedding gifts for people), but you get the deal. I think.

On the bus ride to work I had a much more pleasant thought process. I thought about how a cute dude on a bus can be ruined because he folds the cover of his book over so he can read with one hand. Mutiny! Mutilation! It hurts me to see books all bent up like that. Plus it means I can't figure out what book the bro is reading.

It was really nice after work today. I walk past this garden store every day and every day I think "I'll go in and get a windowsill plant." I never do. Today I stepped in and the experience was intense. Apparently what I wanted was like asking for cancer to be cured tomorrow. I wanted a rectangular box to put on my windowsill, on the inside. I wanted plants that would grow in it to grow at least 12 inches high so Audrey couldn't peek over them to bark at the passers-by. It would help if they weren't all green - color would be nice. I also wanted something that was idiot proof, as I've never kept a plant alive. Well, no go. Turns out bigger plants need bigger pots. Whoops. I felt really stupid. So I spent 45 minutes trying out different arrangements with different pots until the third employee there said, "you know you can buy frosted glass window film and just plop it on the window." Oh. Duh. A much cheaper and easier solution. How did I not think of that sooner? So after 45 minutes, I left with just one peace lily in a cute square pot. It's on my kitchen table. We shall see how long it lives. This weekend I'll stop by the Home Depot and get the frosted film stuff.

Have I mentioned lately how much I love my apartment? Because I still do. Windows were open today and it was great. Having my own private entrance rules too.