It kinda worries me, y'kno?

this is about buses. the public buses. ladies-matrum section on the left-hand side and free seating on the right-hand side. i dont give a damn if there is or isn't a gents-matrum section. thats not the issue.
it's more about the share-auto where five guys cramp and squeeze against each other on that ass-sore of a wooden plank while the stern-looking middle-aged woman hogs the entire seat. if they dont put up with her fat aura she'll simply look down the road towards an auto in which they will. the poor rik-guy's gotta make a living, hasn't he? im not concerned that the rikky didn't stand up for five very accommodative customers. he's not to blame.
this is about the way i felt when the 80+ years old woman in the thronged 29c gave me a sharp look cos when she dozed off on her seat (the one i was being thrust against) her head had nowhere else to fall but my fuckin crotch. well, you know how the fuckin buses are! the goddamn sweaty, suffocating, clautrophobic masses crushing you from all directions. and of all the people, this old sack (way worn and past her menopause to be worrying about whatever it is she was worrying about) has to give me such treatment.
hold on a sec. "of all the people, this old sack..", i say? so if it were the pretty young wench i would deserve the treatment i got? but it was'nt my fault at all. ok, agreed. the bus was crowded and the woman fell asleep. ok, granted. but yet, notice the words as they naturally surface.
this is about the tension in the air when a guy and a girl have to talk and they're not/not yet in love with each other. i cant say about when they are.
this is also about any group of people that are made to sit in a circle. the x-chromes end up on one side and the y-chromes on the other..... the y-chromes......yyyyyyyyy????