Thinking things will be just fine

On Monday night I had bible study and it was pretty cool. We started in Matthew 5 with the Beatitudes which is something I never read believe it or not. It helped answer a bunch of questions and I was able to convince myself that things are going good and things are just fine. It was ironic how quickly my attitude changed during that day. I also realized that it's okay to question to certain things, and if it bothers you too much, just pray and God will help you find some answers. That was reassuring. Tuesday went pretty well too simply because tuesday is always my easiest day. I think I did okay on my history midterm even though I was completely unprepared and was the first one done out of 120 people. The midterm was two questions and he said to not waste time writing an intro and conclusion in the essay, and that he wasn't grading on grammar and sentence structure so i figured my 3 pages was enough to satisfy the questions. So after 30 minutes of writing I figured for 2 questions that was more than enough, so I waited 5 more minutes to see if anyone else was gonna finish but it appeared that everyone was still diligently writing. I decided it was not worth while to just sit and wait for someone else to turn in a paper so I got up seeing how I sit right in the middle of the lecture hall, I was stared at, handed in my test and walked out. I hope I did okay. Looking back in this passage it hasn't been full of excitement, drama, or good writing, but I'm satisfied with it simply because I have nothing to complain about on this moment, so instead I'll share a poem in which someone is complaining about the smallest thing but its kind of funny. Sorry if it's a little offensive, but it's not too bad.

Train of Thoughts

Let this be a time of relaxation
In forty-five minutes I'll reach my destination
I'll just wedge my purple pillow
between this seat and window and doze off
That is at least what I so desired
It did not seem like too farfetched of a thought
Until I realized that at each stop
more people would be getting on this train
Then I heard the dredded announcement
"Make room for oncoming passengers"

There is no way in hell I'm sharing my seat
They want me to risk my level of above average comfort
for a negative level of comfort for me and someone else
That's sheer craziness
Maybe they should consider making the train bigger

The train pulls up to the first stop
And I see the type of creeps that just might be
a potential seat stealer making me a seat sharer
Haha, no way fat spanish man
Not a chance me and you are squeezing into this two-seater
I see you eye-ing it up
Move along
especially if you ate burritos for lunch
Phew, that was a close one
His gas will be welcomed elsewhere
Now I can rest easy at least for another stop

Damn, that was fast!

This is just dandny, what an inconvenience
Why does this stop have so many people waiting to get on?
And why isn't anyone getting off this train?
Hey conductor!
You should throw Tony Pizzaria over there off the train,
whiles its moving
It looks like an oil tanker spilled on his scalp
And he's wearing far too much
marinara cologne
It's clogging my nasal passages
Oh good! He is getting off at this stop

Okay, fine, I can't avoid my destiny
But maybe I can choose who will share my seay
I'll be satisfied so long as it is not
that really old lady with a mustache
Thanfully, she walked in the opposite direction
No wait, please, not the metrosexual Indian guy
By the looks of that hat and tight shirt
he may hit on me
Good, he's on his cell phone and walking fast
I don't think he notived the open seat
or maybe he just thought I was too ugly to sit next to
That jerk!
I'm not ugly
I am a very good looking man, right?
Who am I kidding?
I am great looking
He was probably just intimidated by my looks
Yeah, that's it
Wait, why do I care?
I like girls....... right?
Yeah, I definitely like girls

Great, a bald, skinny, jewish man
It's cool, just act tough and he won't sit down
He will cower in fear
That's right Mortimer, keep walking
I don't need my taxes done yet
I can wait another month at least
But maybe I could get your business card
Aw shucks! That's alright
you're already in the next car

Sweet! Yeah baby,
there is room for you here
Darn, please come back!
Good point you deserve a seat all to yourself
Would it be creepy if I turn around stare at her?
I'll just peak through the seat
Why don't the make a bigger gap betwenn the seat and the window?
What if I had kids to check on?
Good thing I don't
If I had one of those annoying, little, butt munches
kicking my seat I would ring their neck

Well, it's inevitable now
At the next stop, someone will definitely sit next to me
I don't care if it's a vaguely Chinese woman
or if it's a weird, middle-aged, genious
that looks like a droopy version of John Malkovich
Even if it's a smurf, I'd be satisfied
Just as long as it's not a smelly person
or a Gothic teenager listening to loud music
or a nun, especially if it's a hot nun
Because then I'll just be let down
or it will be like that one dream I had where...
Neverming, just stop worrying about it

The moment of truth has arrived
Oh wait,
this is my stop, already?
So it is, that seemed very fast

I wonder if this station has donuts


I was inspired to write this poem on a train ride up to my mom's this summer. None of these people except the Metrosexual Indian guy did I see on the train. Nor did I care if anyone would sit next to me, no one did of course. In any case, this poem is just meant for humor purposes. That's all!