| weird clothing day |
[Jan. 22nd, 2009|11:17 am] |
I must have missed the advertisement saying it was Weird Clothing Day on the metro. I saw one guy who was wearing a bath towel done up like a swami turban. Then I saw three dudes who looked perfectly normal from the waist up, but who were wearing identical ankle-length black skirts. I figure they were part of some cult. Then I saw one girl who was wearing a short business skirt and woolen leg warmers. I haven't seen leg warmers since the '80s. I didn't think they still existed. But I guess it makes perfect sense to wear them in cold weather like today.
Riding the metro always makes me a bit sad. I see all these people and I want to talk to them. Not just the people in swami turbans and leg warmers, but all of them. I want to know where they are going and what they are going to do when they get there. I want to know what they are listening on their headphones and what they think of that book they're reading. There are like a billion stories there, and I know that all of those people have full lives with jobs and friends and heartache and opinions on things and hopes and dreams and all that kinda stuff. And I'll never get to experience it with them, to share experiences with them. Sure I could go up to one or two of them and make friends, but I can never get to know all of them. It makes me feel like I'm missing out on something. All I can do is try to infer who these people are from what they look like in those scant few minutes we're sharing out lives together, crammed into the same subway car. |
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