One Day at the Bus Stop...

ButtseX.
(Dude WTF?!)
There. I said it.
The word that makes Right Wing uberconservatives cringe with disgust.

So why is BX Relevant? Here's a true story:

-trueTale-
A number of years ago, when I was still a college boy, a good old friend from high school Chem (whom we shall refer to as the elusive ghost of Hungaroring, you guessed it, egH) called me up for a chat. I remember this as though it were yesterday, I guess it was a landmark or sorts...

It was a Saturday evening in November, quite chilly, and I was waiting for the bus. I was on my way to hang out with the unsquishable Roach, the god of Gamblers (goG), my dai Lo from Taiwan (dLT), and a few other chaps and chapettes. We were on our separate ways to a billiards in Montreal's "Con you" district, infamously known as teh Sharx.

egH was nattering on to me in his usual funny and clever way as I was sort of hopping around in the bus booth, as we all do to keep warm on those chilly, chilly November days.... We were talking about this and that as we all do when we get phone calls at bus booths and have nothing particularly pressing to discuss... The topic of the evening's escapades came up, and he mentioned that he was off to some flashy and smashy new club in the Village district. Now, I should mention that he's the sort to hang about in the Village, which is a generally pretty interesting and cultured part of town anyway.

So I asked him, coz by that point it was fairly obvious; "egH, old chap... You haven't switched teams on me, have you? Not batting lefty on me, or anything?" and it was then that he rightly asked me what my R-score was. I replied that although he had a point, it was nothing of the sort and I kind of had a sneaking suspicion anyway; )

It made no difference though, because what happened in those minutes changed me. It hit me like a brick with git written on it thrown from a moving STM bus. This chap had been a good friend for years, and it was silly to think of changing that. So what did I do? Nothing, silly, I got on the bus and hit downtown!

As we continued our chat it became increasingly obvious that it made absolutely no sense whatsoever to harbour a hatred within me that had no basis in the world that I had experienced up until that point in time. So eventually we clicked over and out, he was off to his wild party in the district. As for myself, it was off to shoot billiards with the chaps (and chapettes) at teh Sharx.
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Were we really all that different? Other than the obvious, of course... But all that BX stuff is pretty personal isn't it? I mean why should I mind what makes my friends happy, so long as they're happy and not harming anyone, right?

Basically... There are a million and one reasons to hate one another, but reason itself can help us understand what it means to love.It's an odd little conundrum, and brings up a number of interesting discussions...

If you feel you've got something positive to contribute, please go ahead and mention it in the comments box, I'm interested in hearing fresh thoughts. I shouldn't have to mention that if you post something hateful, I'll just delete you so don't bother =)