Life is like standing up on a bus. Its a pretty rough journey, youre swaying backward n forward n sideways, tryin to spread your weight out evenly so you dont fall over and look like a complete arse. youve got people all around you, businessmen who proably smell quite a bit, and to be honest, its just not pleasant. and everyone knows that the best way to avoid the falling over is to hold onto a pole. theyr good things. they dont let you fall over. other people try to hold onto other things, like bags or the walls, or the chairs, but quite frankly that just doesnt work. and when the bus stops suddenly, theres a big jolt, everyone goes 'fuck' and tries not to fall over, the people that had been holding on to worthless, unsturdy things, theyr the ones that fall over, look like idiots, and feel like shit. meanwhile, we have the people with the poles, now theyr pretty proud of themselves,cos theyr still standing up. but they had to grip on so hard, and they did almost fall over, if theyr honest. but then there are some people, the other ones on the bus, the lucky ones, and theyv got seats. theres no difference, theyr on exactly the same journey. theyr going along the same road, with the same bumps, and theyr loosing out a bit, cos thevyv got peoples arses in their faces. they go round the same corners and almost fall of their chairs and if they did fall theyd look even more stupid, and it would hurt even more. cos theyr closer to the ground, tehres nothing else to hold on to on the way down. but overall, these people with seats, theyr having the best journey, theyr enjoying it more. Gods given up his seat for you. fucking sit on it.