Lives changed by blueberry donuts

For anyone who rides the bus, has ridden the bus or ever will ride the bus (or any form of public or group transportation), you know/will know that it's typically a pretty silent experience.  It's almost as if people fear to interact with eachother nowadays.  No one talks to anyone else, unless they know them, and if anyone catches you looking at them, even if it's just a glance, you both look away immediately as if the other person has a disease that can be spread through eye contact.  The seats on a bus can be exactly half full with every other seat available, and yet there will still be people standing because they don't want to sit by anyone they don't know.  I think that might be why all the lifeboats from the Titanic were only half full; I can just imagine these people standing knee deep in water on the deck of the sinking ship cursing themselves for choosing hypothermia over social awkwardness.  But anyway, back to my story.
Last week, coming home from school, the bus was moderately full, full enough that about every other seat was taken (yes, people were standing).  I chose to sit down next to a kid I had seen on the bus several times before, whom I really enjoyed watching.  (Yes, I watch people.)  This kid, in some aspects, reminded me of me.  He had what seemed like a direct connection between his brain and his face (ok, looking back at that sentence it sounds really dumb.  And obvious.  Of course he has a connection between his brain and his face!  That's how people move their faces!  But that's not what I meant.  Let me explain...).  He would do what I know for a fact what I do when I need something to amuse myself: I think, and that will show on my face.  I look around, I furrow my brow, I chuckle at something funny to myself, I'll even sometimes shake or nod my head to emphasize a point in the private discussion happening within my mind.  And he does the same thing, so it's really fun to watch.  But anyway, back to my story.
I sit down next to this kid and introduce myself, we get to talking and having a grand ol' time.  Today, basically the same scenario occurred.  Get on the bus, mostly full, seat next to Mike (the kid) is open, so I sit down.  I had just been to Wal-Mart with my friend Laura and purchased an 8-count box of blueberry cake donuts for only $1.50, which was $1 off the original price, so naturally I offer one to Mike, who accepts.  Then, another girl I had conversed with in the past whom I hadn't noticed was on the bus asked if she could have one.  Certainly!  This leads me to explain the phenomenal value of the box of donuts, which starts a bus-wide discussion on the merits of blueberry donuts.  One girl (K...ylie?  I think) even calculated that it came out to $.18 a donut, which lead to another conversation about typical donut pricing, etc.  By the time I got off the bus, everyone was talking to everyone else, having a positive social experience on a bus ride instead of individual silent brooding sessions.
Every interaction we have with other people has an impact on our lives.  A smile from a stranger can make someone's day, kind words in passing could brighten a spirit, a small act of service can have a large impact.  Today on the bus, people communicated with eachother because of a tiny social stimulus.  In short, lives were changed by blueberry donuts.

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Hello all, and welcome to my blog. Honestly, I'm kinda new at this, so expect a total lack of continuity and/or consistency in postings.  Due to this "blog noob"-ness of mine, I'm open to suggestions on content, layout, frequency and such-like.  Honestly, I don't know what I'm going to fill these metaphysical pages with, apart from random ramblings begun as some sort of explanation or commentary on a specific happpening that eventually sprouts into a jumbled kerfuffle of something that only slightly resembles proper english.  Hopefully it doesn't get to that point, but in the event that it does I am...not really that apologetic.  I mean, you're the one still reading it.  Though, a good writer always considers his audience.  Then again, what if the audience begins to demand to be kerfuffed, an experience that they entirely miss out on if at first the writer writes well?  Might I be held responsible for the squandering of a potentially world-altering revolution in media?  Should there be regulations to keep authors from doing anything too mainstream for the mainstream?  Do I want to be known for the rest of my life as a "quip clipper"?  HA!  No my friends and compatriots, I shall not be shackled to the swiftly sinking ship of self-promoting monotony!  It's time to explore new worlds!  It's time to express to ideas!  It's time to blog about it!