Staying true to the cause.

Well for some bizarre reason my afternoon bus trips give me this compulsion to write. And so, I spend an hour drifting off, biro-doodling/ sketching/scribbling away as opposed to a number of far more glum options such as staring blankly out of the window/ engaging in inane conversation/ watching the back of Neogis head as her humidity induced frizz repeatedly bounces up and down over speed bumps.
I'll pass.
At the moment a bunch of toddlers are scraping sticky oreo-drool covered fingers all over the seat and smearing what (I hope!) is neon-y popping candy on my shoe. (Beats me how they manage all the under the seat maneuvering.) This is all a courtesy of 'Lemonade Day' which is our schools excuse to feed toddlers copious amounts of sugar and refined carbs in a bid to keep them happy [AKA managable.] If you ask me it's counter productive, they're more hyperactive than docile.
One thing that's been playing on my mind ... I've been revisiting chick lit [my ultimate pick me up :P] which I consider the candyfloss of the literary world.. Sweet but not intellectually satisfying. I've finally realized what I find so endearing about them. All of them have a female protagonist who I can relate to, I've learned so many lessons from these beloved characters. Like Bridget Jones taught me that it is a truth universally acknowledged that when one part of your life starts going okay, another falls spectacularly to pieces. Or Elizabeth Bennett taught me that the more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense. Or Olivia Joules (yes yes Helen Fielding again :P) taught me that when you walk into a room, don't worry how you look, people aren't judging you, they're too busy judging themselves.
Call me senti/sappy/corny/gushy [I'm considering making slashes my trademark] but that's what I believe.