SUBWAY STARE
Usually I read/write while sitting on the subway - no surprise there. On special occasions, I sometimes enjoy a great show of breakdancing or a mini violin concert or even magic tricks. I truly saw with my own eyes a fat white rabbit come out of a man's hat on the E line. But once in a blue moon, the subway ride is very, very, uncomfortable.
Seriously how many times can one repeat the same sentence without being annoying? How many times can one say the F... word without it losing its meaning? And how many people have to stare at you for you to realize how much everyone around you wants you to shut up? Apparently more than I thought.
But given that the lovely people having that intense conversation were three versus me being just me, and each one of them was about twice my size in width and probably double my weight at least, I figured it would probably be better to shut my mouth and stop staring. But I couldn't help myself.
My eyes kept wandering back to the 300 pound gentleman as if I was the new Picasso trying to capture each of his facial features to be able to turn him into a canvas ... And trust me I CANNOT draw. My best friend Loulou saved my final high school project senior year. He drew ... And I looked. Sometimes I held his hand for a few seconds, you know, so I felt that I was participating.
Have you ever tried to stop staring but couldn't help yourself?
PS: check out the other stuff you shouldn't do while riding the subway - my favorite "nail clipping"
And yes "physical contact" is there twice ... There are a lot of pervs out there. Probably should also add "don't stare at people twice your size and twice your weight, they might hit you. I got lucky. But who knows what will happen next time ...
Seriously how many times can one repeat the same sentence without being annoying? How many times can one say the F... word without it losing its meaning? And how many people have to stare at you for you to realize how much everyone around you wants you to shut up? Apparently more than I thought.
But given that the lovely people having that intense conversation were three versus me being just me, and each one of them was about twice my size in width and probably double my weight at least, I figured it would probably be better to shut my mouth and stop staring. But I couldn't help myself.
My eyes kept wandering back to the 300 pound gentleman as if I was the new Picasso trying to capture each of his facial features to be able to turn him into a canvas ... And trust me I CANNOT draw. My best friend Loulou saved my final high school project senior year. He drew ... And I looked. Sometimes I held his hand for a few seconds, you know, so I felt that I was participating.
Have you ever tried to stop staring but couldn't help yourself?
PS: check out the other stuff you shouldn't do while riding the subway - my favorite "nail clipping"
And yes "physical contact" is there twice ... There are a lot of pervs out there. Probably should also add "don't stare at people twice your size and twice your weight, they might hit you. I got lucky. But who knows what will happen next time ...
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