Some days I just sit… some days I just sit and wonder… and other days I sit and wonder while I sit. Don’t know if you get my drift? Monday morning into town on the early train… the cattle truck, as I call it. No comfortable seat… the half train that is the usual on a Monday… yep, only 4 carriages rather than the normal 8 carriages. Why on a Monday? Why any working day?
By the time the thing gets to Enfield there are no more ‘comfortable’ seats available. One sometimes has the displeasure of having to share a cramped seat right from word go… not even worth getting the laptop out for a bit of creativity. Monday was a morning like this. I could’t make up my mind where to sit so by the time the train got moving I made it to the first available spot… better get a seat before the next station… or before I fall over.
I sat sipping my black brew… tired. Not in the mood to go in early but having to do just that… oh well, life. I sat… staring out the window… mind in limbo… half dozing… one eye open… half awake, the other eye closed. You know the feeling. Life…
I sat observing the fellow passengers… cattle, we all are like cattle. No one cares a rat’s posterior about the other person… we’re all caught up in our own little bubbles. I wonder about the fellow sitting directly opposite… we have something in common… he is sporting a baby blue jumper just like the one I’m wearing. His looks rather newer than mine. Mine is an old favourite… has seen lots of good use… it’s even featured in a few pics on this blog. No… it won’t help if we swap… his jumper will sit on me like a circus tent… he is a rather portly fellow.
We have something else in common… we don’t rise for the ladies… we sit firmly on our posteriors. This is a little matter that gets me every-so-often… should I? Or… should I not? I will always vacate my seat for and elderly, disabled or pregnant person. But… if the lady is half my age should I offer my seat? You tell me. Should I offer my seat when the young fellows stay seated? Should I set the example?
You tell me, won’t you? Should I keep staring out the window and make like I don’t notice the lady staring at all the men who won’t give up their seats? Should I keep wondering why she needs a seat? Is she hiding a disability or is she simply hung-over from the weekend‘s over indulgence? Why am I feeling guilty about relaxing, if that’s what you can call it, while she’s obviously stressing? Oh well… I’m sure she’ll get over it before the day’s end.
Should I sit and wonder about the reasons why folk persist in using obnoxious language in public? Is it a lack of breeding or just plain bad manners? Do manners matter in today’s society? Are we still to vacate out seat for total strangers? I have a bad back… does that allow me to expect someone to allow me the privilege of a seat? How, I hear you say, will they know about my back?
Should I wear a sign? Maybe I should wear a sign stating my dislike for foul language… or a sign stating my dislike for bad manners… gum chewing, snorting, talking at the top of their voices while on their mobiles… playing their i-thingies at excessive volumes… should I even bother to share the planet?
Some days… when I’m ratty like Monday morning on the early cattle truck of a train I want to scream! Do I have a right to scream? Would that not be adding to the already over burdened planet’s noise pollution? So… I just sit and wonder… that’s the safest… sit and wonder.
I wonder about things Olympic. What brings this on? A fellow sporting the uniform and logo of the security company over in the UK that’s no longer the multi-national giant who can do no wrong. Yep, they have been returned to earth with a bump. But at least their top man has apologised. At least they’re paying for their mistake… unlike so many politicians and bankers…
I wonder about the state of play of the security industry in general. Have you ever stopped to take notice… it’s dawned on me that the average staffer is either a middle-aged local or a twenty something foreign national. Some may be too old and unfit to protect property and others may be too weak and inexperienced to do likewise… makes you wonder?
Some days I sit… other days I sit and wonder…
Should I wonder why that tall fellow standing neat the link door is so well-groomed, in his inexpensive supermarket suit, yet his shoes have never seen polish since the day he walked them out the store the first time. Should I wonder why that young one is smearing all that gunk on her face? Why? You’re only messing up your skin, aren’t you?
Should I wonder if the heron I spot along the canal has caught a fish for breakfast or if the farmer may manage to harvest his crop before the rain finally ruins it? Should I wonder? Should I wonder if I’ll have a better seat on the way home?
The sum total of it all… some days I sit… other days I sit and wonder…