She Maketh Me Itchy

As I write this, the woman sitting next to me on the bus continues to scratch her head, pick the skin on her hands, blow her nose, switch positions every three seconds, rub her forehead and cross and uncross her arms.

My first instinct is to smash her in the face, but instead of getting angry I’ve cranked up Katy Perry and put myself in her shoes.

She is obviously suffering from some serious physical or mental discomfort and I kind of want to help her.

It must be horrible not being able to sit still and be content, absolutely horrible.

Thought I’d share this torturous bus trip as someone who reads this could be like this woman. If that’s you, I will say one thing. Start meditating.

Peace and light to all..

Larissa x