The more decisions that you are forced to make alone, the more you are aware of your freedom to choose. –Thornton Wilder
April. It was the start of a new school year. I was enjoying the cool spring breeze as I waited for the bus. Many other students were in uniform and waiting for the bus as well.
It amazed me that every student here would eventually become a valuable member of society. Then again, isn't that the purpose of going to school?
Screech! I was startled out of my thoughts by the sound of the bus coming to a stop. I quickly got in and made my way to an available seat. It was going to be crowded on the bus, and I preferred not to be standing between people.
I had an aisle seat, which was unfortunate for me. I had hoped to sit in the window seat. Nothing beats resting your head on the window and gazing out at the passing scenery. But alas, I opted to close my eyes. It was going to be a long day, so getting some rest was a good idea.
However, my sleep was abruptly disturbed less than five minutes later by a voice.
"Excuse me, but shouldn't you offer up your seat?"
I opened my eyes to look at the source of the commotion. An athletic young man with blond hair caught my attention. He appeared to be sitting in one of the priority seats. Two women stood in front of the man. One was a young office worker, and the other was an elderly lady.
"Hey, you there. Can't you see that this elderly woman is having trouble?" The office lady expressed her displeasure.
The majority of the passengers were staring at the commotion at this point.
"That's a really crazy question, lady," the blond said.
The boy radiated a sense of arrogance from the way he spoke. The fact that he had a broad grin and crossed his legs added to the effect.
"Why should I offer up my seat? There's no reason for me to do so."
"You're sitting in a priority seat. It's natural to offer up those seats to the elderly."
"I don't understand. Priority seats are just that: priority seats. I have no legal obligation to move. Since I'm currently occupying this seat, I should be the one who determines whether or not I move. Am I supposed to give up my seat just because I'm young? Ha! That reasoning is nonsense."
Wow. You'd never guess he was a high school student just by hearing him.
"I'm a healthy young person who certainly wouldn't find standing inconvenient. However, I'd obviously expend more energy by standing than I would by sitting. I have no intention of doing such a pointless thing. Or are you suggesting I should act a bit livelier, I wonder?"
"Wh-what kind of attitude is that to take with your superiors?" she demanded.
"Superiors? Well, it's obvious that both you and the old woman there have been alive longer than I have. There can be no doubt about that. However, the word 'superior' implies that you're referring to someone of a higher position. In addition, we have another problem. Even though our ages are different, wouldn't you agree that you have an impertinent attitude and are extremely rude?"
"Wha— You're a high schooler, aren't you?! You should be quiet and listen to what adults tell you!"
"It's f-fine, whatever..." the elderly woman had resigned herself. However, the office lady was still upset with the young boy for his attitude.
"Apparently, this elderly woman is more perceptive than you, which is nice. Also, I haven't given up on Japanese society yet. Please enjoy your remaining years."
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