Today I took the bus somewhere different. I took a route unfamiliar. A first glance it might appear a minor thing. Upon another glance, it might reveal itself quite differently.
We are all creatures of habit, whether we believe it or not. We might “mix it up” from time to time, but the universe pays no heed to this. It might seem random, like a socks ballet in a front load washing machine, but there are patterns.
Today’s view from the bus window was different. Different stores, different buildings and different stops, all competed for my attention. Whether they remained in full focus at a stop or traffic light, or blurred past, their novelty competed for my attention. My curiosity was awakened.
Inside the bus, things were no different. I have come to recognize my fellow commuters. I see them often enough to give them barely whispered nicknames (drunken construction worker, unbalanced high–heeled high-schooler, two-telephone guy….the list is long). Today, none of them were there. Instead, I had new faces and new body languages. Thankfully some wore the same scowls and vacancies that I have already become accustomed to, while others struck the same poses of defiance and indifference.
Only later did I realize that I was the outsider. I was the spanner in the works. When I looked out the window and squinted into the distance, they wondered what I was looking at. When I cocked my ears to listen to the announced stops, they felt confident in their own knowledge. When I got of the bus, perhaps, they let go a collective sigh of relief.
And all the world’s a stage….