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musings
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all the hullabaloo over unconsiderate people on public transportation has launched a train of thoughts in my seldom idle mind (usually buzzing with a POV
anyway.
it all started not too long ago, when i had finally settled down into a coveted seat on a rather crowded train, my feet sore from prancing around in my 3 inch high heels and my back aching from all that balancing.
i could barely stand.
then. enters pregnant woman.
as if on cue those seated suddenly snaps into a hypnotised sleep. except for dumbass, and still smiling wide-eyed me.
really, i don't think i can understand the discomfort of pregnant women but i believe it is on par with blistering feet.
i panicked, knowing very well that my poor feet can no longer endure the torture i subject it on a daily basis.
but because i am such a conscientious person (as compared to considerate), i bit my lip and stood up, wobbling on my brand new pedder red heels, the dull ache in my back throbbing.
pregnant woman sits down, beaming.
and you know what, fuck that, i am not happy.
fuck all the social consciousness and the graciousness and what-have-yous. i have of course launched into my little angsty tirades on trains before, the uncaring ugly commuters bearing the brunt.
but this time, i am not sure whether i am actually pressured to give my seat up due to the bloody fucking norms we adhere to (or rather just I, because the rest of you are just selfish little fucks), or because i want to.
obviously the former rings true in the said situation.
i have come to realise that, in the words of tyler durden from fight club
"you are NOT special. you are not a unique or beautiful snowflake. you're the same decaying organic matter as everyone else"
everyone is in a rush.
every morning, i see people rushing up the escalators when the information board warns them that the next train is due to arrive in one minute, and the train after that, two minutes.
but yet, everyone still breaks into a run.
one minute. one fucking minute. what difference would it make? why do people run frantically just to catch the the train that's coming in a minute rather than take it easy and wait just sixty seconds more for the other one?
i don't quite get it.
i am a grumpy shell of myself in the mornings. i walk past the coffeeshops in the mornings and find myself being disgusted by fat sweaty people stuffing their faces with fried beehoon and pieces of luncheon meat dripping in stale oil.
nauseating.
okay this post is extremely fragmented. will edit when i'm in a clearer state of mind. =p
