I Ride the Short Bus

I'm sitting in silence on the bus watching the other passengers and I've noticed something; there is clearly about a dozen empty seats next to other passengers, yet all the new passengers are standing.
There's one man who has been standing for over half an hour and yet he silently refuses to accept the second hand seat of the other passengers.
Are we really this fucking scared of the company of a stranger, must we stand in discomfort just to be rid of the squishy embrace of the fat guy's side-boob as you take the seat next to him.

Man the fuck up england!

Let's Hallucinate!

 I want to hallucinate.

Nothing too fancy or disturbing, no mistakes visual data like imagining you wrote the worlds best symphony and then realising you didn't like a half price Alzheimer's.

I want to be able to have vivid hallucinations of people and characters from my memory and interact with them to an extent.

"Why?" I hear you ask. Because life is too fucking boring, you skim through killing time socially interacting with insufferably boring people when you could be watching a watercolour ostrich playing Yahtzee with an octopus while discussing the intricacies of philosophy with Plato like a fucking boss.

I hear you scream from your Ivory plated towers "But surely you don't want to be a crazy person talking to thin air and throwing your shit at passers-by with your dick in your hand"

I reply to you my insipid reader, I most defiantly do. What's wrong with wanting to be mad, the mental disability classification states that a mental disability is "A state of mind that differs from the social norm"

I

call

bullshit.

For one thing the social norm changes from country to country, from town to town. Whilst juggling cats and singing the national anthem is perfectly fine in Spain, it is considered mad in England.

And why should we be labelled a madman just because we don't wish to be part of the social norm.

Fuck the social norm, the social norm states we should all be illiterate, shell-suit wearing, rap listening, unemployed idiots whose idea of a good time involves going out every night and getting wasted on (very small amounts due to laughably low tolerance) piss tasting beer. I for one am none of those so I am already insane, not to mention my already thin clutch on reality.

I am not calling for a change in social rules in any way I just put it to you my reader(s) that you should reject the norm when it suits you without fear of being labelled 'weird' or 'mad' take the label with pride and then shit all over them with your dick in your hands.