An Introduction to Bus-People

Seriously with the bus today?  Some days, the bus rides are quiet and smooth.  Other days, the creeps come out of the wood works and wreak havoc against the calm environment of the unfortunate bus-riding working class.  In the past two months of riding the bus, I have discovered that Fridays and Mondays are the worst.
On Mondays, I assume the weirdos are going home to sleep after a long night of doing whatever they do.  And Fridays, well, Friday is Friday employed or unemployed.

So far, I have seen/heard:

• A woman talking to a bag of popcorn (that was apparently had a great sense of humor) with no bra and low cut sleeves so you could see the side of her breasts

• A heroin addict telling me he rode the bus by choice because he was upholding some moral code by not driving with a suspended license

Welcome to my Blog

Okay, so creating a first post is always a bit awkward. I've had AT LEAST 15 blogs and that's no joke. But, I finally feel like I'm ready to settle down and have a blog of my own. One I can stay loyal to and dedicate that necessary TLC.  Mind the fact that the design isn't really one I'd choose if I were given endless options, but it'll do.
Let me tell you a bit about my life.  I'm not happy with it.  I find myself dealing with long bouts of depression and my goals are all askew.  I am in a relationship that doesn't make me happy, I'm unhappy with my body and two years ago, I moved 1700 miles away from the only home I'd ever known (Texas) to a place I hate that's tan and colorless and soulless (Arizona), seriously, people here look, act and are the same.  

My life is total chaos, however, I'm extremely positive and strong-willed and I've never given up on myself.  About two months ago, my car died and I'm now at the mercy of the public transportation system.  THAT was a pretty big blow to my ego, but, I started saving money and working on my debt instead of cowering and feeling sorry for myself.  I am not trash, I never have been and never will be.  I come from a good family with strong morals and incredible ethics and I never once felt unloved.  I am filled with undying love, respect and loyalty for those I care about and those who inspire me.  I am kind and honest and genuine.
I am, though, insecure and constantly question people's loyalty to me as well as their intentions of friendship/relationships in general.  I get very uncomfortable in big crowds and suffer from the most miserable anxiety.