On the bus reading into life

'Wow this guy has not shut up since getting on the bus.' I thought to myself after about six minutes of trying to read but being continually interrupted by bouts of exclamatory remarks coming from a couple seats in front of me.
At first it was just me and a couple pleasant quite folks on there then the next stop that changed.
'Apparently this guy knows the driver?' He starts talking about the game? A football game? I begin to assimilate the information he's eagerly dispensing. 'Typical' I think, he's so loud. I begin to wonder why people who get a little too into talking about sports have to talk so loud about it so that everyone can hear them rant and give their meaningless opinions about what certain coach/player should have done instead of. It's a shame they couldn't be a coach or player out there cause he'd know exactly what to do. Should put in a application.

Life can be amusing or maybe it's just how I look at it that makes it this way. Sometimes it feels like I'm being thrown a bone that's saying, 'hey man look, we're totally going to make you think there is something deep underlying reality right now, but we're not going to actually prove it.' I was reading about personality types at the time and this guy personified the standard, 'I know everything, listen to me, I'm okay, you should listen to me' type. It was like, ok here is a real life example of what you just read. Watch. Witness. What not to be.

In the end, once I'd given up trying to get back into what I was reading and simply decided to take in the external stimuli, the guy actually seemed to have a well rounded sense of self. He was talking about public broadcasting, current social events, then what his friend should bring into movies to eat in case the movie is bad, cause you never want to just walk out of a movie before it's finished because you might regret it, but you always want to be prepared in case the movie is bad you can chomp on some snack you brought in with you.

I want to read the book where I'm consorting with someone special on a surreal shoreline dining on milky mellon musings under fire pink hues. I should write this book. Some artist's have said that their work became so much of their life, they were so immersed, that it started to dictate what was happening or going to happen in their lives. People or characters began to enter into it that they were writing about. Down to the clothing. I guess this would suggest, to a literal end, that 'we create our own realities.' Engorge.