Impulses..

It was late that evening when I was sprinting towards the only familiar bus stop I knew in the peninsula. I took a couple of stairs down to wait for my bus to come. I checked the schedule thanks to the public WiFi and it said that it should arrive in 5 minutes. - I was supposed to catch the 21:40 one - 30 minutes later, I was tired of standing, it was getting late and my bus hasn't showed up yet. I perceive one of the shopkeepers glance at me, I act indifferent and turn my face the other way. Of course I was scared, and I started regretting my urge to go shopping that day, even for very basic necessities.  My mind was trying to reassure me and comfort me that the worst scenario would be to book a room and spend the night in the peninsula and go home the next morning. I was exhausted and my feet swollen, and that seemed like a worthy plan. But then again I thought to myself, why didn't you rent a car? You could have already been home or on your way, and yet when I visually recal