Public Displays of Affection (yes I'm going to vent)

I have never worried about showing PDA's (public displays of emotion), it showed a free spirit that wasn't embarrassed with passion.

Today however, I got on the bus and found a seat only to find the seat directly in front of me was a couple that proceeded to make out all the way home, on a ever increasingly packed bus.

I started thinking hmm where do I look, out the window is kind of over their heads, not a good thing. I could look out the other window, but there was so many people I was almost looking into a poor guys crotch...not that way either.

So I spent the remaining trip home looking at my knees.

i have never been so tempted in my life to utter those immortal words,    

Would you get a room?

Two young goths, totally dressed in black, studs, eyeliner and pale as anything making out on a crowded bus, totally oblivious to the rest of us all trying not to look and hoping they get off the bus at the next stop so we can get back to normal.

I feel like I have gotten old and I didn't even realise it :(

When are you lost?

I have often pondered this philosophical question in the past.

When are you lost?

When you realise your lost or is it before and you just haven't become aware?

Yesterday I had a chance to truly test out my theory.

Daydreaming, which I tend to do way to often, I missed my bus stop and went  one bus stop too far.  After getting off the bus I am confident I know where I am and how to get home so start walking in a direction I am sure will take me back to the road I should of been on.

This however didn't happen.

I find myself, eventually one suburb too far and still no road going in the direction I want.

I am not lost...yet

I turn around and go back the way I came from and turn down a road heading towards the direction I wish to go.  I want it noted that at this point, I am still not lost in my own mind just frustrated that I couldn't get to where I wanted the way I had been heading.

As I walk down this cross street I look down another street and see a building I identify but not where it should of been at all.

At this point I feel myself hyperventilating...I had been lost and didn't even realise it, going in the wrong direction and now on top of everything I feel disoriented because the building, I now can recognise, is in a spot I can't orientate myself around yet.

Getting home, over an hour late and 4kms walking out of the way, I walk in the door sit on the lounge and burst into tears like a big girl.

I am geographically challenged but most the time I allow for this and take precautions, but yesterday it hit me with avengence and now I can assert.

You are lost, even if you don't know your lost....

because.....

YOU'RE GOING THE WRONG WAY!