After starting to take public transport more often i have started to believe that you don't need to go to university to become a psycologist. I love watching people on the train. In a way its like reading a book, where you only given a small piece of information, and you have to figure out the rest. They can be anyone you want them to be.
For instance, i was waiting for the bus one day and man in his car was stuck in traffic because the boom gates were held down for about ten minutes. He was in his forties, playing loud country music, singing along happily without even realising that he had attracted the attention of about 15 people waiting at the bus stop with his loud music. After about 5 minutes he got out some bits of paper and started reading, and as he read he started getting frustrated and stopped singing. And it made me curious about what he had just read that made him look so unhappy. It occurred to me how strange it was to want to know something about someone i didn't know at all.
Its like the way everyone crowds around the site of an accident, trying to figure out what happened. Because even though we don't know the people involved, we have a need to know everything. Are we too curious for our own good? Who knows, but at least it keeps me entertained on the way to uni every morning.
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