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Why do people sit at the back of the bus?

If it’s one thing I have learnt recently, it has to be the extreme chaotic behaviour of some people catching the bus. Until now, like most people I thought catching the bus was, (and still is) an easy task to achieve without failure or complexity. The simple steps to follow were as easy as A, B, C’s. Just get on, pay the ticket, locate seat, get off and continue life as normal. But the surprising thing I discovered is the amount of times I have seen people go to making (almost) unnecessary acute decisions. Fearful of being ‘judged’ or seen ‘in an unfavourable seat’ by other occupants, can sometimes lead to an uncontrollable thought-process being triggered. This trigger produces an attempt of being ‘fashionable’ or ‘stylish’ as possible, almost instantaneous.

As a long time observer myself, I clearly see not only the diversity of people in Melbourne catching a some-what normal bus, but the extensive facial expressions they show after dearly noting the positions of other occupants. I’m no psychologist but, common sense is completely left in the gutter by some people upon entering the bus. These people can be of all ages. I vividly recollect one day, an old lady, small and defend less in size, almost ‘pushed’ without being told (verbally) by the youths at the back of the bus, to go sit at the front, immediately behind the bus driver. Whether this was because she was frightened of the younger generation or even a simple glance/stare from one of them alarmed her, it worked without a fiasco occurring.

Although in contrast to the older passengers, the younger people of today must locate a sit which, not only is next to their friends but is near enough to the ‘popular’ group at the back. Which for reason is this un-written law, which states you must be at the back or else you’re not ‘cool.’ It sickens the mature audience surrounded by this circus. The likelihood of someone actually taking any notice to the non- verbal behaviour occurring is just as rare as someone actually admitting they are that ‘clown’ in that circus

Maybe the next time I catch the bus, I could play a lead act of stupidity. It’s a shame too; I’m not very good at juggling with my life for the price of a bus ticket.