When I was an adolescent, I would go to Jones Beach in the summers and would often take a bus home at the end of a scorching day. Once, I was unlucky enough to be in the middle of a stampede of teenagers pressing to get through the doors before the bus filled and the driver had to turn away the spill. They lifted me off the ground, pinned my arms flat against my sides, and took away my air. I thought I might die. This is a little like how it is for me every time I log onto Facebook. I am sure Facebook is good for other people, but to me it feels like the end of oxygen. Everywhere there seems a clamoring to get on before the doors close and all of the seats in the front are taken.
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How funny. I was just about to write a similar post on my blog and came across yours.
That is funny. Have you written yours yet?
Yes, it was just a bit of an observation about being caught up in a herd of stampeding (and very smelly) teenagers running for a school bus. http://empressnasigoreng.wordpress.com/2012/10/14/smells-like-teen-spirit/ I might have to pack my gas mask when I do it again today.
I like the post. It is very tender.