95% of the time when I'm on the train, I'm wearing headphones and sunglasses. If the batteries go dead, I still wear the headphones. If it's dark outside, I still wear the sunglasses. Why? Because it guarantees that no one will talk to or bother me. It's not that I'm anti-social, but while traveling back and forth to work, I just don't want to interact with stupid and/or crazy people, which is usually who I'm surrounded by. Many of those that I've deemed "stupid people" are probably perfectly okay in real life, but there's something about public transit that snaps them into another dimension. Their ability to see and read a 10 foot long, brightly lit sign is lost. Men and women in business suits push elderly men and women out of the way to board a train. Parents wedge their strollered children inbetween closing doors because cutting their commute by 5 minutes is well worth their first-born. Riders assume that floor = trash can. Very few understand the concept of "walk to the left, stand to the right." The list goes on, and you should fully expect that I will piss and moan about this in future posts.
And then there are the crazy folks. I'm not a certified psychologist. I have fairly limited psychological knowledge, however, sometimes you just know when someone isn't playing with a full deck. But if given the choice between crazy or the morons in paragraph one, I'll take crazy. Gimme a whole train full of 'em. At least that way, I won't begin and end my workday internally fuming about the jackass majority.
Friday, August 27, 2004
Thursday, August 26, 2004
You'd think that after spending about 6 hours trying to come up with a decent url for this site, I'd be eager to use this thing. I've made a semi-solemn vow that I will actually use this blog on a regular basis, if for no other reason than I don't want to be one of those losers who's taking up a good url, yet hasn't posted anything in the last 2 years.