Sometimes it’s okay to let the bus take you where it wants

I hate how all my blog titles are so literal. I'm very boring that way. So I took a bus that I've always taken to my house, except from a different stop, and this time it turned right when it wasn't supposed to. I didn't get lost, of course. How could you, in a country as small as this anyway? Still, on any other given day, I would've been absolutely freaked out, but I wasn't. Which leaves me wondering where all this sudden peace is coming from.

I mean, perhaps the book burning did do someting afterall. I don't know. All this is way above me. And if you wanted to know, yes, I ended up where I was supposed to. I even felt a little proud of myself, because if I had done anything 'smart', like get off the bus after it made the turn, I would've really been lost, and that's not cool. Not at all. Though getting lost is something very, very unlikely.

Also, I was thinking of setting up something stupid, like a music blog or a dream archive. What say you?