There is a few things i want to talk about today. I think it's mostly likely because i spend so much time on and waiting for public transport that i have a lot of time to think.
The inspiration of this story itself comes from just sitting on the bus today. I saw this guy on the bus who i recognised, but i couldn't remember where i knew him from. Its one of those things where you end up just staring at them like some stalker and then awkwardly look away when they catch you staring. Its even worse though when you can't see their face and you only get a quick glimpse at them and your trying not to make it obvious that you are trying get a look at them, but you are really itching to have a peak and figure out the puzzle. I ended up figuring out who this guy was (well who i thought he was anyway). And it was the guy from beauty and the geek who wore those Hawaiian shirts all the time. This guy wasn't wearing a hawaiian shirt or anything so i'm not sure if i was correct. But thats not where i was headed with this post. After a lot of time spend pondering about this sort of thing i ended up thinking about those awkward moments when you see someone on the train that you used to know but never really liked, or those friends of friends that you are unsure if they could remember you or not. And you don't know if you should say hello or not. And then if you do, you find yourself thinking ''umm... so what uni are you at'' while meanwhile trying to think of an excuse to depart without being rude, because all you really want to do is go sit by yourself and listen to that song on your i pod. And then it gets even more uncomfortable when their friend turns up and you're stuck trying to excuse yourself without it seeming like you're being shy or whatever. ....
And another observation today on the train was when the train stopped at a station and i looked down at a little boy, who must have been in prep, and who was crouch on the footpath and using a rock like it was chalk to draw all over the pavement. and you could look at it in two ways. One, this kid could be the next Picasso (highly unlikely looking at the skill he displayed). Or two, first chalk drawing, next he will be drawing all over school desks and carving his initials into it, and before you know it he will be graffitiing the very train i'm on now. I think the outcome of my pondering here was that we are so full of certainties of who and what we want to be, or at least we are all preoccupied in trying to figure it out, and so we see children as innocent because they have no clue, and they don't care about who they will be someday. They just absorb themselves in their curiosities. In a way i wish i was like that again. No one expects anything of you. You don't feel obliged to talk to anyone on the train that you don't want to, and you don't feel guilty for staring at people on the train. Its a freedom that i think we loose as we age and we can never regain. Oh such is life...
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