I see you over there in the corner of the commuter rail. I could feel your eyes burning holes through me as I boarded. Even now, I can feel the weight of your judgement even as I sit here judging you. The disapproving stare, better that you didn't drop your gaze as I met your eyes. Did you expect me to blush? Wither away? Feel remorse and ashamed? Shame on you!
It isn't what you think. I know what you are assuming. Girl in a nice dress and heels at 7am with her hair done and no makeup. It must be a walk of shame, or in this case a train of shame. So sorry to disappoint you. It's simply a Saturday that I'm headed into work.
I feel the burn of your eyes through my compact. With singular focus you watch every sweet of my makeup brushes. Its all I can do not to giggle as I sense your growing animosity. I can almost read the thoughts in your head as I glance at your face. They all but scream, "you should have the dignity to at least not look so chipper and unashamed you hussy." The undivided attention you give me is flattering, no matter the reason. With I final sweep of blood red lipstick that boldly proclaims "I don't give a fuck," I close the mirror and flash a smile. You return it with a grimace and I giggle. Thank God it's my stop. Off to work.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Fighting the salmon....
Every day I make the comedic and often perilous journey from my cute little town of Norwood to Boston. Every day I deal with the same stupid people. And EVERY day there is the moron. You see him, the one guy who just doesn't get it. As you fight your way through the hot press of bodies, the swampy, humid air trapped in the tunnels, and the maze of staircases, twist and turns you lose your humanity. We are no longer independantly thinking human beings but rather a mass headed towards an indeterminate end. Mindlessly we fall in step with the march of those before us as we head down. Were oblivious to everything except the music in our headphones. All of us except that guy, he will never back down, never submit. His will cannot be crushed.
It's commonly accepted that the right side is headed your direction, traffic opposing you is on the left. SAME AS DRIVING A CAR PEOPLE. but no, he can't fall in line, he can't just join the masses and flow. Like a salmon he has to fight the current and in his rebelliousness, fight the man.
Like boarding the T, the rest of us wait while passengers disembark before fighting our way inside. It has a flow as predictable as tides. Not this guy! He won't wait! What if the T departs without him? Could it be so overflowing that if he doesn't fight on immediately he won't be allowed on? Oh no! That would be terrible. Unthinkable!
And as I write this I realize I missed my stop two stops back and should probably stop writing. At the same time, I really enjoy riding the T and I'm early for work, so I'll meander on...
It's commonly accepted that the right side is headed your direction, traffic opposing you is on the left. SAME AS DRIVING A CAR PEOPLE. but no, he can't fall in line, he can't just join the masses and flow. Like a salmon he has to fight the current and in his rebelliousness, fight the man.
Like boarding the T, the rest of us wait while passengers disembark before fighting our way inside. It has a flow as predictable as tides. Not this guy! He won't wait! What if the T departs without him? Could it be so overflowing that if he doesn't fight on immediately he won't be allowed on? Oh no! That would be terrible. Unthinkable!
And as I write this I realize I missed my stop two stops back and should probably stop writing. At the same time, I really enjoy riding the T and I'm early for work, so I'll meander on...
Saturday, August 20, 2011
God's Waiting Room
So I was headed home the other night on the commuter rail, which is always an adventure and a half. Tuesday I ended up in God's Waiting Room, the place old people go to die. As I look around I realize I'm one of three patrons under the age of 70, and I think to myself. "Jesus is coming, look busy." Wait, I'm one of the only people under 70! It's 11:30pm for heaven's sake. Did a retirement home have a break out? Why are these old people everywhere?
So I throw my music on, relax and realize the old lady next to me smells like cabbage. Why is it old people always smell funny?
So I'm texting my sister about this, laughing and we decide the new trend she and I are going to start is going to be reaping. Oh yes ladies and gentlemen, you're going to be hearing all about this on the news soon. Forget planking and owling, reaping is coming! 30 people dressed up as grim reapers running amok through Boston, touching people, hovering, hanging out on the T. This just sounds like silliness.
So, being the social network media whore I am, post out to my fb and mass text my (newfound and amazing) Massachusetts friends. Instantly I get 45 volunteers and the rest of my friends in Cali are only wishing they could participate. Oh yes, here it comes!
So I throw my music on, relax and realize the old lady next to me smells like cabbage. Why is it old people always smell funny?
So I'm texting my sister about this, laughing and we decide the new trend she and I are going to start is going to be reaping. Oh yes ladies and gentlemen, you're going to be hearing all about this on the news soon. Forget planking and owling, reaping is coming! 30 people dressed up as grim reapers running amok through Boston, touching people, hovering, hanging out on the T. This just sounds like silliness.
So, being the social network media whore I am, post out to my fb and mass text my (newfound and amazing) Massachusetts friends. Instantly I get 45 volunteers and the rest of my friends in Cali are only wishing they could participate. Oh yes, here it comes!
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