In order to get from my job every morning and to go home every night I ride the DC metro. After living in quaint Rexburg for three years, I've noticed that the way I see things is different then when I was growing up in some of the biggest cities in the world. The metro is a prime example. The first day of work I was a little anxious riding the metro because I didn't know where I was going. By the time I came home my mind remembered the routine and was falling asleep between stops, not holding on to handrails, looking bored, staring at no one- all the thing the expert routine metro riders do. Yesterday on the metro after trying not to make eye contact with anyone I finally gave up and decided to actually look at the people in the car. Looking around at them the Beatles came to mind: (sing it, don't read it)
All the lonely people,
where do they all come from,
all the lonely people
where do they all belong
They looked like mannequins holding one position, separate from everything around them- inanimate objects. All I could hear was the sound of the metro rushing by the traffic. No one spoke; we all just gently swayed with the car. I looked at these people with little feeling on their faces and wondered if they were happy. They looked tired. It's probably because they were. I wonder why no one speaks.
Yesterday on the bus (after the metro) I didn't have enough change for the fare and so asked the other passengers for change. The Hispanic family with cute kids asked around themselves, the Asian man talked to me and offered to pay, and a black lady gave me some change. While it was embarrassing it brought camaraderie to those on the bus. Everyone was trying to help this naive girl or busy talking about how ridiculous I was. At least they were talking.
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