I Don’t Feel Tardy

I, for once in what’s been a very long while, was actually on time to work today. I hopped onto a train and met a thicker than usual crowd (I tend to catch the “late” train, filled with people who are, typically, like me, running behind). Today’s train, however, had me pretty well pinned to the door.

I pulled out my book, and had to adjust myself slightly, holding it at an odd angle so that I wouldn’t hit anyone. Every movement was akward, and with everyone jostling around, I tried not to bump into anyone.

As more and more people got on, everyone did a small in-place shuffle. Rearranging themselves.

The thought I had (and it was a rather depressing one) was this: Every morning on the train, as a way to begin the day, we all explicity, actively make it a point to not touch another human being.

How sad, when all we really want is quite the opposite.