Okay, I'm writing this blog while I'm on the bus to work. There's a thing I urgently need to write about. At one of the bus-stops between Herentals and the expressway two guys got on the bus. They came sitting across the aisle. Both of them acted very cool and were talking about everyday-stuff. But some fifteen minutes later one of them had fallen asleep. Now, the other one is sitting knees held up, focus on zero with tears in his eyes. I can tell that he is having a hard time controlling his emotions.

Typical about me, I start thinking about what could be wrong. Maybe he was sexually abused as a child or his parents mistreated him. Okay, these are real worst-case-scenarios. Maybe he just broke up with his girlfriend or someone of his family might have recently passed away. (And no, I don't think it's pathetic that a guy can get emotional about such things, it's only human.)

Anyways, I really felt like writing this. Yes, the world needed to know about the sad boy on my bus.