You see, I’m exchanging the freedom and independence of my automobile for the inconvenience and aggravation of public transportation. This sounds like a totally hare-brained endeavor, of course, and will be a gigantic nuisance, but it needs to be done. My dear old car’s in desperate need of repair. Many repairs. So many costly and numerous repairs — springs and ball joints, transmission and oil leaks — that I’d spend considerably more on parts and labor than the car is actually worth.
Instead of letting this discourage me into a lasting depression, I’ve decided to look at my situation as a noble sacrifice. I’m not giving up the luxurious freedom my car provides because I’m poor. No, I’m surrendering my personal ease and comfort to help the planet survive. We’re in dire trouble, earthlings. Australia is on fire. The oceans are rising. And the climate is changing, drastically, whether the idiots in government are willing to admit it or not.
Me taking the bus won’t change anything, I know, but I’ll feel as though I’m making an effort. And that’s exactly what I plan to tell myself when I’m standing in the freezing cold and the blazing sun, the driving rain and ferocious wind waiting for a slow, lumbering bus to arrive and carry me away. I’ll hold my head up high knowing I, a poor person, am making a sincere and worthwhile contribution to the planet. If nothing else, I’ll get some good stories out of this. Bus riding is fraught with adventure and unusual characters.
And you know what? Pride is better than despair any day of the week. Right? Of course, I’m right. Please tell me I’m right.
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