Becoming a Misanthrope

Imagine the scene: a packed bus (I mean, really, really packed).

Imagine Biped A: young (that's irrelevant, but... maybe not so much down the tale), watching a film on its mobile, and not holding any handlebar (or anything) and therefore standing with its legs spread wide in order not to fall.

Imagine Biped B: much older than Biped A, and trying not to fall in spite of a firm grip on a handlebar.

Now, here's the drama: Biped B asks Biped A to not spread its legs so wide so Biped B can have a bit more space. Biped A ignores Biped B, who doesn't back down and tells Biped A that it's being quite selfish.

And here's the nuttiness: most of the bipeds around asked Biped B to shut the fuck up because it was bothering them (there's even one that asked Biped B to shut up, but who kept insisting that it didn't want to get involved - you got involved when you opened your mouth, miserable twat).

Have things come to this? A biped that wants to keep watching its mobile on a packed bus is the one who's protected by most of the other bipeds?

Well, this is where I wish to avoid such selfish village idiots and become a misanthrope.

And why didn't I say a thing? Simple. I'd have yelled at the selfish ones that they were wankers, and that life was too short for such pettiness - and since I currently have to face daily family drama these days, I may have been tempted to punctuate my statement with punches. 

Not being a fan of small spaces with bars, I read my book, planned this post, and was ready to pretend that I didn't speak the language if asked to join the plonkers.

Gosh. Bipeds are exhausting.