City bitterness

Today, I realized why city dwellers are bitter. I got on the bus to swing by school and grab some books. The trip there was uneventful. I got on the bus for the short trip back and there was no seat, which is fine. I don't need to sit down, I wasn't carrying 60 pounds worth of books and a laptop like I usually am. The next stop, like seriously 600 Asian tourists, half of which were equiped with camcorders get on the bus to go to the Navy Pier. So here I am with 600 old Asian people who could not be more excited to be packed onto this shitty city bus. They felt compelled to catch the entire experience, including a number of close shots on my face, on their camcorders. Life's memories are so precious. I hope the folks back home enjoy the shot, from 18 inches away, of my face trying my hardest to force a smile while some dude's elbow jabs me in the ribs when we go over a bump. I felt like a real live celebrity. Though the trip was miserable and twice as long as it usually is, I got off the bus, walked a few feet and couldn't help but laugh. I'm going to try really hard not to be the guy that hates tourist, not to fall into that bitter city resident stereotype. I've been approached a lot for directions the past couple of weeks, and early on I was completely useless to whoever was asking. Lately I've been a bit more of a help and, I hope, in two or three years I'll still look friendly and approachable to out of towners.
Lyric of the Day:
"Just remember what the biker chick said,
that you're really alive when you wish you were dead,
and there isn't a god, or a heaven or hell,
life's a little old apple and a william tell,
reach out from down, wise up from town baby,
that's all she had to say
if you wanna get lost whatever the cost,
than you better not stay."
-Lincoln (not park)