<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352472023415506242</id><updated>2024-08-30T20:49:13.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons To Hate</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352472023415506242/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanosworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Xanos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17374449588516255278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEislNr7FRlnotkgaeKOEa_wE5GsCsbWSTO74zu1m1MlVzGaojBr8NyYY0C70eiECFuj2owAWpDbTqQqBvK7YrzD7LG7EOwaciTSe6BjKZ4ykwvHmQlD_OJcE7VrgMEjEQ/s220/xanoslogo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4352472023415506242.post-4346623804582346028</id><published>2012-01-16T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T01:55:26.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Stop Rules</title><content type='html'>So I needed to go Safeway yesterday to buy more food. Since I don&#39;t own a car and just felt like going on my own, I took the bus. Yeah, the store is around 1.5 miles from where I live, but I didn&#39;t feel like walking to it, and I get a bus pass for the semester for $20 as a student, so I might as well use it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Normally, the stop I go to for a trip to Safeway has no one at it, or there&#39;s another student if anyone is there. I checked the time that the bus would come on my phone, and it was in 18 minutes, so I decided to just listen to music, the album Strangers by System Syn to be exact. I highly recommend this album to anyone. But back to the story: I was alone at the bus stop, until some idiot walked up. Keep in mind that I hate overhearing people when I&#39;m listening to music, so I always use acoustic noise cancelling headphones. If you try to talk to me, I won&#39;t know unless I see your mouth moving. There&#39;s two things I cannot stand: overhearing the conversations of idiots and having a random person I&#39;ve never met before act like I&#39;m their best buddy. Guess which one is about to happen. Hint: both.&lt;br /&gt;
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So this guy walks up and sits right next to me on the bench, a bench that can hold 3 people. No, he couldn&#39;t possibly sit at the other end, he had to sit next to me. Then he starts to talk to me. At this point, I&#39;m thinking he just wants to know when the bus is coming, so I take out one ear bud. Nope, he wants to get to know me basically. What&#39;s my major, am I student here, how long have I lived here, etc. Not to be rude, I answer him, and then he asks a question I flat out hate: what can you do with your major? Why do I hate this question? Simple: THE ANSWER IS BASICALLY IN THE MAJORS NAME! It deals with international issues, one region specifically, so government jobs (NSA, State Department, FBI, CIA, etc.) are a high priority with it. Then he says, and I quote, &quot;My sister is getting a degree in international relations. I don&#39;t know what she can do with it.&quot; Are you kidding me!? You&#39;re an idiot if you can&#39;t figure out what she can do with it!&lt;br /&gt;
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So let me lay down some rules for a bus stop: 1) don&#39;t talk to someone with their headphones in 2) don&#39;t sit right next to a person if you can avoid it. And with that, I&#39;ve started an explanation on why I&#39;m an introvert.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xanosworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4346623804582346028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xanosworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/bus-stop-rules.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352472023415506242/posts/default/4346623804582346028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4352472023415506242/posts/default/4346623804582346028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xanosworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/bus-stop-rules.html' title='Bus Stop Rules'/><author><name>Xanos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17374449588516255278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEislNr7FRlnotkgaeKOEa_wE5GsCsbWSTO74zu1m1MlVzGaojBr8NyYY0C70eiECFuj2owAWpDbTqQqBvK7YrzD7LG7EOwaciTSe6BjKZ4ykwvHmQlD_OJcE7VrgMEjEQ/s220/xanoslogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>