In The Public Gallery

I thought this would make a nice sister piece to the previous post as that particular one resonated with a lot of people, it seems.  This time I cover the rest of the tenses – possibly quite tenuously – with some present and future musings.  Perhaps you can all start calling me ol’ romantic shoes or something.

My mum once asked me why I analysed everything, to which I replied “doesn’t everyone?”  Dissecting things – metaphorically, I might hastily add –  is all very well and good but it’s not particularly interesting unless you add a dash of dreaming into the mix as well.

If I have one vice(!), its people watching.  I’m regularly gobsmacked by the thought of how anybody can manage to have a life.  It’s easy to imagine ourselves and our friends and such like but the world in general?  There are so many connections, so much action and thought streaming in from everywhere, it’s impossible to conceive of, let alone comprehend it all.  Still at least it’s fodder for my endless analysing fetish.

Personally I am convinced that everyone else is just standing still until I enter into the room and then they act like really people but secretly they are robots and I am the centre of the universe…but I could be mistaken.

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Public transport is hardly the sexiest of thoughts that come to mind when musing on your day but there is something – to me, at any rate – about sharing a vehicle with a bunch of other people that I find intoxicating.  Like most other citizens of the world though, I prefer a seat to myself to enjoy the journey properly, then I can really get my money’s worth and let my imagination take me on a second journey, one of whimsy and general oddness.

All those people and their lives on a planes, coaches and trains going around and doing all their stuff are fascinating, without fail there is always someone who looks like they are in the Mafia on ANY journey you venture on.  Go and have a look, it’s true!

There was a Chinese girl on the bus bound for Heathrow once and we got chatting awkwardly whilst waiting for it, as you do at three in the morning, after which we then pottered to different seats when our chariot finally arrived.  I did wonder what she would do over there (in China not her seat across the aisle), who she was and what her front room looked like.  Encouraging my thoughts was that sleepy and silent camaraderie that seems to settle on travellers who are existing together for a small time before they escape the confines of their tin can with wheels and scatter to the far bits of the earth’s circumference.

Life throws up these little day dreams and dramatic flights of fancy, which inspire the nosiness and imagination in me and I suspect I am not alone in that, right guys (and guyettes).  Anyway that is my case for public transport, which I try to avoid as much as possible. As always thank you for reading.