In Possible Proximity to Madness

Waiting for a bus on one’s lonesome is usually a fairly boring experience but seeing a bus pull in with the destination Halfway emblazoned on it had me amused for at least the five minutes it took for mine to show up, on time I might add as well.

The natural first thoughts of any sane person is to question the nature of reality when confronted with such a questionable vision, of which challenge I gleefully accepted.  Of course it would be foolish to concede to the obvious explanation that there is in fact a place called Halfway, for its much more interesting to indulge in some exercise of the musing muscle instead, of which I did:

• If Halfway is a destination then surely it is indeed the whole way and so halfway is a different destination contrary to what is being advertised?
• Halfway would be a stop en route to the real destination but how do you define where that would be with no clue to the actual distance?
• Why is the imposter Halfway masquerading as the last stop, wouldn’t a more subtle con trick be to change the name instead?
• Perhaps Halfway is a staging point, a hub for ultimate destinations somewhere, paradoxically being both a destination and a stopover.
• But then the question would be what constitutes halfway in terms of the word?  Mirriam-Webster defines it in two ways, one being not total or complete, so to some extent if you will.
• So that means that the actual Halfway, be it the ‘destination’ or the actual distance on the route to a place cannot be clearly understood without some prior knowledge.
• Is it perhaps halfway to all places in the same distance radius as it is from where Mansfield is situated from it?
• If you asked for halfway, would you have to pay the full fare for Halfway?
• How could they charge you when the above definition means halfway doesn’t have to actually mean halfway
• Is there a place called Fullway?

I could have gone on all day with such thoughts had my own wheeled demon not fortunately arrived  and I had to do battle with sleep as seems to be the way of late on a bus at mid afternoon but there you go, a little insight into the mind of Ste J and it didn’t cost you a penny.