For the thrill of it all, of course!
To get away from my cat, Mr. Whiskers, who's always on my case.
To listen to my favorite podcast, "The Daily Grind," during my daily 45-minute trek.
To people-watch the other commuters who are clearly judging me for wearing these socks.
To pretend I'm not secretly a functioning member of society.
For the free Wi-Fi at the coffee shop.
So I can complain about my job to my fellow commutants and feel less alone.
Because the view from the bus window is like looking at a never-ending sea of despair.
For the satisfaction of being late.
So I can practice my deep breathing exercises and try to find inner peace in the midst of chaos.
Because the bus is like a social experiment where I get to observe the human condition in all its glory.
To see my friends at the bus stop, who are also secretly judging me for wearing these socks.
For the joy of hearing the bus driver yell, "We're here, get off!"
Because I'm not really sure what else to do with myself.
So I can contemplate the meaning of life and wonder, "Is this all there is?"
To see the world go by through a windshield, where the blur of reality is almost hypnotic.
For the thrill of possibly getting stuck in traffic on the highway of life.
Because, let's face it, I'm not exactly sure where I'm going or what I'm doing here.
To get to my job, but not really.
To escape the monotony of my home life and find some excitement, or at least a decent coffee.
To be a cog in the machine, but at least I'm a shiny, new cog.
For the sake of it all, I guess.