...or the comments.
Riding the train in the city is entertaining and ultra-revealing. Thursday must've been the day from Hell for commuters because I had never witnessed such blatant acts of disrespect. When these unsettling moments occur, I usually do 1 of 2 things: pray (in whatever capacity an atheist can pray) no one gets hurt or laugh about people's behavior.
Thursday I did both.
In the morning I witnessed a girl consciously kick her foot from behind. Why? In hopes of it meeting up with the girl who just passed by and obviously got a bit too close for comfort. Had her actions been successful, that impulsive and aggressive behavior would've made her a much better person, right? I'm hoping my sarcasm is revealed.
The commute home proved not as physical, but much more verbal. At one point it caused a non-claustrophobic person to feel super aware of their personal space. Of which I had none. Instead I listened to the, "Yo, calm down man", "Stop pushing", and "What are you going to do about it" sequence of comments while those taller than me fixated their gaze on the escalating tension.
My remedy for the rush-hour train traffic? Amidst the puffy winter coats suffocating your space, your neighbors hair brushing against your face, and the random arm stretching at an awkward angle just to get a hold of a pole...you've gotta face the music. It's better to be over occupancy in a train car than a bathroom stall on an interstate highway. Hey - I've always been one for optimism.
Happy Days!
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Civilization is all about putting up with one another's bad behavior. In the case of a subway ride, propinquity is the price you pay not to have to own a car in the city. There are headphones, if you don't want to hear the noise or communicate. But for the odd bump or whiff of bad breath there is only tolerance. Hope you're having fun.
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