Aural

Today is a cavalcade of sound; a bull rush into my head making me grateful for the earbuds I just shoved into my skull. But before I managed that, this is what I observed:

Behind me is a Mexican lady on a cell phone loudly talking to someone. I wonder if she knows the phone will send conversation level sound. I believe whomever it is can hear her with or without the phone. She is either upset, excited or in pain.

Behind her is an older guy in a biker jacket with the worst, gurgly case of the sniffles I've heard in a while.  We are talking snot buckets here. Worse than that sound is the loud-click swallow he makes afterwards heard eight feet away. 

I almost hurled myself.

Across from him is a young couple heavily making out very inefficiently with tons of mouth schlorping sounds. The guy is treating her face like a dog attacks a jar of peanut butter.

And finally, the three year old pointing out every car that we pass by. 

"Look gamma, a nudda car!" repeated for the 253rd time.

Home, Jeeves!!!!

Photo

There is a couple sitting together at an end of the train that makes me smile. They are clearly both tired, looking freshly showered and swaddled up in their fleece jackets and knit caps. His arm is around her shoulder, her head resting on his chest, and the side of his bearded face resting on the top of her head. They are holding hands in front of them. They both have their eyes closed and look so peaceful.  

It's this feeling of content happiness that is so amazing; knowing you are not alone in the world. I've been where he is and can tell you without hesitation that of all the feelings and emotions and experiences in the world, what he is feeling in this moment is easily one of my all time favorites. 

Happy Friday.

Quiet

Everyone tonight is in their phones, books, and eyelids. We all have two seats and are totally non-interactive. The late trains don't afford much in the way of entertainment or fodder for blogging about.

I almost didn't post because I have little to say.  But I am relaxed, tired, and ready for bed. I don't know if it's possible, but hope to sleep tonight.

Post-rebellion

You rarely see people who rebelled against society and culture in their later years because most people tend to eventually mellow out and end up fitting into just "life" (lower case L). 

Not this woman, though. She is easily late 40s, early 50s. She has bright red hair (though with one-inch gray roots), with one side being hastily bobbed with safety scissors, and the other is shaved short up to the part in her head. 

Her eye-liner is thick and black, possibly applied with a sharpie, and ocean-blue eyeshadow is everywhere. She has an army jacket on and a tank top, so I can see the tattoos across her chest that were once bright, vibrant and colorful have all muddled into purple Rorschach shapes. I see a bat, angel wings, and spilled coffee.

I know it's just perception, but she seems very sad. She is looking around at everyone, but nobody is looking at her. She picked the wrong city to try to stand out; we have Darth Vader in a kilt on a unicycle playing flaming bagpipes: you're going to have to up your game if attention is what you seek.

Abandonment

The guy behind me, probably about 24 or so, has his iPhone up in front of his face, as if his nose is a stylus. His headphones are in and he is talking loudly into the phone. In fact, I'm not certain he knows how to correctly use a phone. After all, he has his cheek pierced just under his eye.

Everyone around is pretty annoyed with Captain Conversation here, but gradually his long, lugubrious conversation drags to its end. 

"Well, I will talk to you later, mom," he mumbles, "Thanks. Love you."

Everyone somewhat sighs in relief, but all he does is sit there for a few moments in silence before the loneliness is too much for him and he dials someone else up and the process begins again.

We are entering the tunnel and he will be alone and detached for almost six minutes. Not sure if he can handle it.

Fog

Outside is a giant cloud.  Looking out my back door this morning was like someone forgot to draw the world. I beat Mother Nature out of bed.

It kinda matches the fog in my head. Went to bed earlier than usual last night, and still not sure if I ever got to sleep. I think I dreamed I had insomnia. Woke up with a crick in my neck and a heart filled with disappointment in my pillow for letting me down.

Large

Today it seems that everyone on the train is "American" sized and all the seats are European. Lots of spillover here. I'm not a tiny guy myself, but I feel so small right now. 

And I am smooshed in my seat against a window, and it's making it difficult to type. 

Also, there are a lot of people on their phones having loud conversation that nobody wants to hear.

Nobody. Wants. To. Hear.

Truth

There is a couple sitting by each other and they are having obvious issues. He was very late supposedly in meeting her, and this upset her. Apparent he was supposed to meet her at 1 and he showed up at 3 instead. 

But she is very vague and distant with him. He asked her, out of the blue, why did she take off her wedding ring. She apparently put it on when's he showed up. After the third time of pressing, she quickly said, "I had to take it off to take a shower, you know," the entire time not making eye contact.

Look.  Im not the brightest bulb in the chandelier, but I also know people who won't take their ring off for any reason, even decades through a relationship. 

I feel kinda bad for this guy, not that this is going on.. He might deserve it.. But that he is missing the signs.

Holiday

Today is the celebrated Martin Luther King, Jr. Holiday and many places must be shut down today. How do I know? It's because almost everyone on the train has their own double seat to themselves, when usually it's standing room only by now.

One oddity being a business woman got on and passed up a guy in a suit, me, a teen reading a kindle and an old lady napping to sit next to a gritty, homeless guy who had to move his garbage bag of clothes so she could sit down.

Oddly enough, I am only noticing that she picked the person who was most inconvenienced by her needing a seat, and it just seemed extra weird. She is reading her own book now when I thought she might engage him in conversation.

I want to go back to bed now.

Multilingual

My guess is that this adorable little girl across from me is maybe two years old. She is discovering her language and that is precious.

What is not, however, is the incredible screeching volume at which she is doing it. I cannot discern her or her mothers ethnicity, but her mom clearly speaks another language. 

What this means is that not only is she paint-peelingly loud, but this kid is shrieking every other word in English, and the others in her mom's native tongue. 

The result has me confused, bewildered, and in more pain than I was already in. (Which is quite a bit.) It's hacking away like a dull knife through my warm sourdough brain... It's not actually cutting, but pinching and ultimately ruining everything.

I just want to be home.

Wrong

If you have to state verbally that you are a nice person, or that you hate drama, or that you are not a racist, it really does sound like you are trying to convince yourself more than inform others.

This lady across from me has said some very mean, sad things to her companion, but she seems to start so many of her sentences with, "I am a very nice person, but..."

If you need to qualify the statement with, "but," then you are disqualifying the statement.

You are not a nice lady. You have a spiteful, morose candy coating, and are  filled with a sweet rage nectar. There is nothing at all nice about you. Embrace your evil.

Early

Walking on my way to the train, I noticed this young girl walking across the blocks in the financial district. I'm going to guess maybe 10 or 11. She is dressed very fashionably in tall tan boots, a long red wool coat, and had a portfolio under her arm. She could easily be any random professional person on the street had she not been four feet tall and 60 pounds.

I initially figured she was with a parent and just ahead or behind, but a glance in both direction showed she wasn't. The thing is, she didn't look lost at all, and was walking with confident purpose. It confused me because at that age, I might be a bit more pensive and anxious about my surroundings in a large city with many homeless begging for change.

It was just very odd to see downtown. 

Win

There is a guy in a suit playing some video game that apparently is really aggravating and entertaining. He is smiling and then frowning then smiling again. It may be a racing game, because he is steering his phone like a wheel.

But this guy is probably mid-50s, salt & pepper hair, and has a corporate aura about him, but right now I feel I could capture this all on camera and use it as blackmail. 

But nah... Let him enjoy. I bet his job sucks and this is his outlet.

Dream

The older lady next to me is skinny, has light-blue acid-washed jeans, a pleather coat, and dry bleached hair (except for the two inches of roots). My guess would be either a well-kept 67 or a hard-lived 58.

She is inexplicably banging her head in unison with the Pallbearer music in my headphones. Which, I checked, isn't audible outside of my ears. 

In a grocery bag she has a box of FrootLoops she has been snacking out of this whole time. This woman is in her own world and owning it. She is happier than most people on this train. 

Big

Guy that was next to me was of broad shoulders like me. He was holding a bible in one hand, and a yellow highlighter in the other.  Every few moments, he would get excited, flail slightly, and highlight a passage with glee. 

I don't know if I should br more amused or frightened, but wasn't pleased wth the flailing because it would give me a hearty shove. It's far too early for me to be snapping necks, so I scooched across the aisle and sat down next to a skinny art student. 

Thank goodness for lanky guys, they make for good public transportation.