Mafdet: She Who Runs Swiftly.

I have this thing where if I see the same thing in the same place for more than a week, I start looking for it everyday. If I don’t see it after that, I start to panic and think that something horrible is going to happen. Take the bus ride to work. As I’m getting into the city centre we pass a river. For about 4 months, I’ve seen a Heron there, in the middle of the river. If for some reason it’s not there, which it wasn’t this morning, I start thinking it’s dead or something. All these horrible ideas go through my mind about what could have happened to the poor thing. Once I start I can’t stop myself. It’s awful.
It’s exactly the same with the old man and his dog that I see on the way home. He’s always sat on a bench with a tiny Highland Terrier. If he’s not there I start thinking that maybe he’s been hit by a bus or something and we’re going to cruise by his mangled body further up the road.
I’m a horrible person. I think this and then I feel like I’m wishing the said thought upon the person and then it will actually happen.
I might have to just start sleeping from the moment I get on the bus to the moment it pulls into the station.
Or I should just not be allowed to look out of the windows.

On the subject of buses... I’m sick of how rude people are. This morning a woman (I’m saying woman, even though she had more of a beard than my dad) got on and sat pretty near the front, on the seat closest to the aisle, leaving the one beside her completely free. She had no bags with her and nothing to stop her moving up and putting them at her feet if she did. The bus I get on a morning fills up really quickly what with all the college students. This woman a few seat ahead of me, sat and watched as a girl who was having alot of trouble walking try and find a place to sit. I stood up to give the girl my seat and still this (wo)man stayed sat down, looking around until we got to the bus station.
I made sure to hit her with my bag as I got off the bus.