Tuesday, 1 March 2016

Story #189 - Lethargy

I hate travelling. I can see why others enjoy it, but it's not for me. The packing, the road to the transport, but most importantly, the time spent in the transport.
Long hours, mildly comfy chairs with cramped space for your legs, and noisy people. But let's get them one at a time.
It takes quite some time for you to reach point B, and when you do, you feel exhausted, even though you didn't do anything that would contribute to that.
The chairs are alright, yet you know that if you spend too much time on them your ass gets flat and numb and saggy. Not to mention your legs, who stay bent the whole time, and unless you're a small child, it hurts like a mofo once you start moving. Feels like your muscles have atrophied as you limp your sorry behind outside, then you start doing stretches to get the blood flow back.
Getting back to the third part, the noise. That's bound to happen. And it's great that you can listen to music so others won't bother you. Of course, there's bound to be a few chatty types here and there. And there's nothing wrong with that, though sometimes you don't feel in the mood.
As a brucie bonus, there's the moment where, even though you were perky, minutes after your transport leaves, you feel your energy sucked out of you and there's nothing much your body can do but hibernate. And that sucks.

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