OK, back when I was 17, a basic skills course was suggested for me to attend at college. The trouble was, the nearest college to me was a 9-mile bus ride away. Just the thought of getting public transport alone filled me with anxiety. My mum was encouraging me to get the buses and said that it will be OK, and so were the teachers at school, but I just thought ''no way! I can't get public transport alone! Why are you making me do this???'' But at the same time I did want to do this thing at college, so my mum did the best she could to get me confident on the buses. But I was still afraid. When I waited alone at the bus stop to catch the bus alone for the first time, I was worried that I might get the wrong bus. A bus came, and I couldn't quite see the destination on the front, and so I held out my hand to stop the bus, only to realise it was the wrong bus, so I waited til another one came along - which was the right bus. My mum had given me a few useful landmarks of where to get off in the town what the college was at, and I done it right. After a few times of getting the bus alone, I began getting used to it, and didn't need to use the landmarks any more. Then it only took about 3 months before I started recogising the drivers and some of the regular passengers. Then as a year passed by, I was so used to getting the buses, that I began getting friendly with some of the drivers, and began to know all their names. Then I began knowing the route off by heart. Then after I finished with college, I got used to the town, and I kept getting the bus to do voluntary work in one of the charity shops. Then getting the bus to this town became an addiction and an enjoyment. I got friendly with all the drivers, and it became a special interest I never thought I'd have. Then, about 2 or 3 years of being familiar with the drivers, the company suddenly changed, and there was different drivers. I was devastated. But then I began getting used to them, and I found they were much better than the drivers I had before. I became good friends with one of the female drivers, who is a little eccentric and I found out she has Bipolar, and then I got talking to some others. Then I got a job in my local town, which devastated me because I wanted to work somewhere which required getting the bus. But I still got the bus on my days off (thank God I have a bus pass), and then just last year I started dating one of the drivers. Now it's a year later and we have fallen in love and we're getting engaged soon. I'm not with him because he's a bus-driver though. I'd love him whichever occupation he has, but fortunately he happened to be a bus-driver on my bus.
So that's the good part. Something I was so anxious about and considering on not doing at all, had become an enjoyment for me, got me out of my hometown, got me meeting other people, got me doing different things like volunteering, and got me confident with trying new things, and, in time, I have now met a boyfriend out of it!
Not saying that will happen to you, but you never know. You might feel that you like getting public transport after all.
Now here are some of the bad points of getting the bus:-
-It can get crowded sometimes, which sometimes could mean you have to stand, or have some stranger sitting next to you
-People sometimes bring screaming toddlers on, or loud excitable children
-You can't control who sits next to or behind you, sometimes they can be dirty, smelly, loud, annoying, etc
-Buses keep stopping at every bus stop which gets frustrating when you just want to get to your destination
-Sometimes people take ages to pay the fare, which delays the bus
-Sometimes the bus is late, because it's held up in traffic or has broken down somewhere
But you'll soon get used to all that. Besides, there are crowds and screaming toddlers anywhere you go that is public, or most places anyway.
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