In the morning, train stations quickly get packed with people who only have one goal in mind: catch that next damn train at any cost!
It’s amazing to see people of all shapes and sizes weaving through the crowd, sometimes in a snake-like manner and sometimes, rough and tough, tackling everyone in their path like an overly determined rugby player!
No one looks happy, and everyone looks the same! So I wonder, are we all thinking the same thing every morning? Dreading another day in prison..err work, dreading another day in school, dreading this short journey to some place they really wouldn’t wanna be in…
So ironically, public transport has the most antisocial people in one of the most socially conducive environment. Hundreds of people packed together, standing or sitting right next to each other but not talking or, at the very least, smiling at anyone. Some even get annoyed when strangers sit right next to them. And some bags just take up premium space for free at peak hour services.
It’s a mysterious environment. Everyone’s thinking about something, looking at something, listening to something. There’s always something going on in public transport. But each person is in a bubble, contained within his or her own little interesting world that no one knows about but themselves.
I just find it quite fascinating. Or maybe I’m just weird.
Pastel Shadows 