It’s been a while since I blogged. I must have blogged just once this year.
This year has been a bit tricky trying to balance out work, managing my parent’s stores and writing, all at the same time, but I mean let’s blame it all on PHCN, It would have been an easier route to work things out. ANYWAYS! I FOUND OUT TIME! YAAY!
Oh lest I forget, this is a special acknowledgment to some of the amazing people that reached out to me for not seeing any post yet. If there was a deeper statement for “I LOVE YOU” that’s how I feel for y’all
Today’s post? I’m here to Rant!
WHY DO PEOPLE SHARE “PERSONAL INFORMATION” IN PUBLIC BUSES? WHY?
I would never understand how these people do it, every single time I’m more amazed and surprised like I have not heard it happen before. These guys just comfortably sharing personal things with close to 20 or more strangers. How??
I’m sure you are wondering, what kind of “personal information” sharing is ticking me off this bad? Ahhh I have heard many. Let me gist you
I was on this coaster bus from Oshodi to Ikorodu. If you know this coaster buses pretty well, you would understand how an original 4 seater space takes up 6 individuals, imagine the proximity? Cool. There was this woman sitting right beside me, she could have been in her 50s, she made this call, the most uncomfortable call conversation I had to hear, cause of how close we were seated I could conveniently (I wished I couldn’t) hear what the man on the other end of the phone was saying. They were probably having an affair (I mean I’m not judging) but oh my goodness what?? They spoke about “touching each other, kissing, the man at some point must have said smooching” and the woman was hysterically laughing speaking some weird Yoruba-English. Sometimes when I randomly remember I cringe!
Or this one time I was in a bus, and this young man sitting on the same seat roll as mine but was at the far end from me, this man legit gave us (oh well not directly, he was on his phone) a full storytime of how his wife came to Lagos to live with him, to her wanting to be in the police, to getting a shop for her, to how she starting mistreating him, to locking him out of the house and how he has finally kicked her out of the house. I’m literally gassed at the moment, remembering all these. Don’t they get uncomfortable putting these all out? Someone help me make it make sense
Sometimes these ‘bus- oversharing- information’ can be quite amusing (lowkey it stills disturbs me). This woman was sitting behind me and she was having a whole therapy session with her friend telling her how she could make her husband jealous, bring up scenarios that could tip her off if her husband was seeing someone else, and also mentioning how she shouldn’t kill herself for a man. It was so weird and funny I had to stylishly look back to see who this woman was.
The way people are comfortable sharing these informations in public spaces should be a whole case study.
How would my skin not stop breaking out, when I’m not even given the chance to mind my business and glow up!
Is this just me or am I overreacting?
Do you ever get bothered by people having “personal talks” so publicly?
I really need to you hear from you all, what do you guys think of all these?