Bus Stop Philosophy

Have you ever found yourself sitting down on a park bench or staring out at the sea when all of a sudden this fantastic little thought crosses your mind? It could be an idea for that makes drinking cold soda quickly without the brain freeze or it could be your own proposal for world peace (or in some cases: pieces!) Whatever the thoughts may be, you might�ve found your own little place to think by yourself without having someone else pry in on your brain.
As contradictory as this may sound, my own lil� place happens to be a bus stop. Yes, a bus stops, with all the people and noise and smoke belching rickety old tin cans on wheels. Though not just any bus stop. It�s this particular one about 4 kilometres from where I live. Ever so often, I find myself having spent a good hour sitting over there wondering about whatever it is that is occupying my mind at that time. It�s probably the fact that there�s this little college right across it. Maybe the whole intellectual air that it gets from the college encourages my mind to wander. Then again, when I look around, the restaurants all around the stop looked like they might have something to do with getting my brain working. Food, or at least the smell of it seems to do wonders for me!
You see, the collective hours I�ve spent at this bus stop, if put to some productive end may have led to me solving the unified field theory or maybe even deciding how I can make a million dollars without leaving my house. (I think Bill Gates did the last one with Windows). The problem with me is that my thoughts seem to be different each time I reach the aforementioned bus stop. I�ve thought about dream holidays (Ireland�s won the bid on that!), I�ve conjured up images of the perfect meal (pizza, ice cream and chocolates, Coke and a nice lil cup of mocha to sit back and relax with) and even wondered about the odd economic or political crisis I�d want to form an opinion about.
I console myself with the thought that most geniuses are temperamental and have little time to dwell on any single topic, thus putting their fabulously logical minds to diverse uses. Any real genius ofcourse is most welcome to take me up on that!
Well the point I�m trying to make is that everyone should find themselves their own little bus stops. It could be the park bench that overlooks some ducks waddling about or maybe even the roof of a really tall building. Somehow, discovering this place of private thought seems to help calm the taxed mind and soothe frayed nerves. People, who�ve found out otherwise, give me call!