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August 19, 2006
The #6 will be my new best friend
Starting Monday, when I begin my new job, I have to take the bus to and from work every day. I have a serious fear of riding the bus. Of all my fears and anxieties, I'd put it in the top five, easily. Part of this seems to be related to having AS or some other wonderful result of my genetic material, because Koby and my dad have the same fear. We've discussed it exactly once, and we independently had the same reasons for hating the bus. How do you know when to get off? How do you make sure the bus is stopping? What if you aren't paying attention? What if you're slow putting in your fare and the person behinds you gets upset? How do you get off without tripping over yourself in the aisles? Do people really pull that little cord or is that just something they do in the movies? What if the bus is ten seconds late, giving you the opportunity to have a full on mental breakdown over the possibility that the apocolypse has arrived or you've accidentally misread your watch and all the clocks in your house since waking up that day? And yes, I'm absolutely serious about those fears, especially the last one. I also personally have a fear of strangers, especially teenage boys, followed by grown men, followed by teenage girls, followed by anyone older than my parents. Anyone who wants to make conversation with me is scariest of all. I've ridden a public bus in Minneapolis only once, and on the way there, we were surrounded by shady men, and on the way back, we somehow missed the last bus of the night and ended up needing to hide out in Daytons until we could find a ride. I was with someone who was pretty street savvy for a suburban kid, especially since we were about 14, but I was terrified anyway, and I don't think she was particularly thrilled either. However, as much as my fear and hatred of all things buses may be passed on genetically, I also had a scarring experience in kindergarten that will forever mold how I think of buses. I was going home after school with my friend Ryan. We sat together on the bus, and he fell asleep. Despite the fact that I knew several other kids on the bus, I sat quietly in my seat and said nothing. When we got to his street, his twin sister and older brother got off. As I remember it, his sister may have even said something to me about telling their mom Ryan was asleep. I can't remember whether I tried to wake Ryan up or just sat there in a panic, doing nothing. Either way, when the bus route ended, there I was, sitting in my seat with Ryan still asleep next to me. The bus driver was very nice and drove us right back to his house, but the fact that I have such a vivid memory of this event tells me that genetics can't be the only reason that buses terrify me. By the way, I have almost no fear of subways. Trying figuring that one out.Posted to Mental Health & Nostalgia at August 19, 2006 04:06 AM
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I have similar fears...but the bus isn't so bad after riding it a few times. If you were on my way to TI, I would pick you up! (but I think I'm comming from the opposite direction??)
Either way, good luck with the bus, and I'll see you on Monday!
Posted by: Mir at August 19, 2006 07:28 AM
I am totally baffled by the bus system in Canton. I don't understand it at all. It appears to be a bunch of loops that really don't make sense. However, in ABQ, nearly all of the buses run on straight lines, and I find that comforting and much easier to undersand.
I also used to have the fear that I'd fall asleep on the bus and wake up in the middle of nowhere. (And watching it happen to Lisa Simpson only made my fear worse.) That hasn't happened yet, thankfully. I do still have a fear that I'm going to fall down when I leave the bus through the backdoor, though. And from my new house I have to take two buses to get to school, so it took me a couple of days to work all of that out.
If you're like me (which, wow, you really ARE), the first week will probbaly be a bit stressful, but then you'll get used to it and be fine.
Posted by: Melanie at August 19, 2006 03:24 PM
Sit as close to the front as possible. It sounds too easy, but it helps in three ways. A) You can watch the street signs, and see how close you are getting to your stop, and you'll start to get used to it. 2) Watching the street signs, and paying attention to the road makes the time go by faster. C) The bus driver is the closest thing to an authority figure on the bus, so staying by them will make you feel more at ease.
Posted by: Koby at August 19, 2006 03:31 PM
Thanks, Mir. :) Yeah, we live at the U of MN right now, so it's not exactly on your way.
Mel--I knew you were going to have a response to this entry. If you can do the bus, so can I. Luckily, everywhere I need to get on my own (ie work, my therapist, and my favorite neighborhood if I were ever crazy enough to want to go somewhere for fun) are all on the same bus line, so I only have to learn one. Transfering scares me to death, so at least I don't have to do that.
Koby--Thanks for the advice. Your ability to use the bus impresses me. My biggest fear (other than the apocolypse/clock thing) is really that I'll pull the cord at the wrong time so that the bus stops and no one gets off or I pull too late for the driver to stop. But I'll try your ideas. I know everyone reads and listens to music on the bus, but I certainly won't be doing that any time soon. Seeing the signs will definitely help.
Posted by: Rebecca at August 19, 2006 04:28 PM
I totally agree with Koby’s advice. And if you have to sit closer to the back when you first get on but then someone in the front leaves, just go up and take their seat. (I just say this because I remember being scared to do it because I thought people would think I was odd, but no one really cares.) I had to do this a few times recently, since it took me a few rides to figure out which was the best stop get off near my new place.
There are some bus lines in ABQ that I wouldn't feel comfortable on. There are three that I know well, and those are the same ones I've used since I moved here. Even then, I don't take them out of the area of town I know. Luckily, I can still use them all from new place, I just have to transfer from one to another to get to school. I transfer at the stop where I used to catch the bus when I lived in my old house, so it is all very familiar to me. (This neighborhood has a lot of confusing turns and culs-de-sac – wouldn’t Lorelai be impressed? - so just walking around it my first week was more confusing than the bus system.)
**My biggest fear (other than the apocolypse/clock thing) is really that I'll pull the cord at the wrong time so that the bus stops and no one gets off**
This was a fear of mine as well. There are several stops outside the university, and I still remember that the first week I moved here (three years ago!), I pulled the cord too quickly and the bus stopped outside a parking lot instead of the bookstore, which was where I really wanted off. I got off at the parking lot because I was too scared to say anything. It was only a couple of blocks away, so it wasn't a big deal. Now that I ride that bus daily, I notice that a lot of people pull the cord for that stop when they really want to go to the bookstore, and they usually just yell, "Sorry, next stop!" and the driver keeps going. Sometimes the stops are closer together than others and not all of them have benches, so I'm sure the drivers realize that people can't notice them all.
**or I pull too late for the driver to stop.**
This might happen the first week or so, but after that, you'll be fine. Just choose a landmark (Wendy's! A blue house! A brake repair shop!) that is close to the stop, and tell yourself to pull the cord each time you see it. That's what I do.
If it helps, take someone's phone number with you that you know you can call if you get lost. Because being stranded out in the middle of nowhere was one of my biggest fears, when I moved here, I carried my housemate's number (well, I guess it was my number as well...it was just so new I didn't know it by heart yet) and a number for one of the cab companies with me all the time. The second week I was here, I did have to call Donna to rescue me. It was no big deal, and it taught me that on the weekdays, the #5 and #11 stop at the same place, so I need to be careful and check which one I'm getting on.
You're going to be just fine when you get the hang of it. Trust me.
Posted by: Melanie at August 22, 2006 02:54 AM
I have a similar feeling about busses, but mainly because I don't know what to expect. (And I never carry cash on me, so I'd probably forget my bus fare!) And I also don't know the routes, so I'm nervous that I will want to go one way and get on the wrong bus and be incredibly late. Silly, no?
Posted by: Erin at August 22, 2006 11:03 PM






