Itsy Bitsy

"It's the little things"

It really fricken is. Like when I walk to work in the morning, I think I learn more about society than any other time. For example, I'm starting to believe that the gender titled "male" has this urge to skip a step every time they come to stairs. Not once, but maybe 43 times I've seen boys do this. Then there's me and the little old lady next to me, quickly hustling along, stair by stair. What gives?

Another thing. Why do construction workers eat at like 9 AM in the morning? Like actual food, not breakfast food. Okay I guess breakfast food is actual, but they eat like pizza and chips. How long have they been working? Is this their mid-day break? Can't even imagine.

I feel so bad for women who have to dress up for work. As a chemistry intern, I was told to "wear clothes that won't allow me to get burned if I spill acid on me." Ok... noted. I wear jeans to work every day. Unfortunately, even in the hot summer. But what's worse is wearing skirts and dresses because Boston is soooo windy. I think the windy city (represent) has an opponent for that title. So while I worry about my hair blowing out of control, other women have to worry about their dresses flying up. It just ain't fair. But I digress.

Oh, this is good. Have you ever just bonded with a complete stranger over something that happens in public? For example, a few days ago on the subway, there was a guy practicing some sort of kung fu craziness. Totally respect him, but he was using up a lot of space. During rush hour. Anyway, while I asked myself if I should get a video to share with my friends, I ended up just exchanging smirks with my neighbors on the train. And for some reason, it was satisfying to bond with people I don't even know. Then I got off the train and went on with life. But for a moment, those people crossed my path, and I don't know. I felt some type of way thinking about it later.

Like what if I cross their paths again? I'll probably not recognize them, and they probably won't recognize me. I have the same commute every day. Do people notice me for a second or third time? I've seen some characters that I have noticed multiple times. Personal favorite is potato guy. It's this dude that has a long commute (most likely), so he curls up in the same place, in the same car, at the same time EVERY DAY. Reminds me of a potato. Which reminds me of lunch. Which makes me sad because it isn't right now.

I guess if they had to come up with a name for me it would be "backpack girl." There is not one person who I have not hit with my backpack on that crowded train. By accident of course... Too many people. So little room. Dang, now thinking about it, people probably have a negative connotation of me as a commuter. Gotta fix that, but how? Maybe I should start giving out Kind bars or free water bottles. That'd be sick. Not on that college budget though...

Three cheers for free things. I'm telling you, it's the little (and free) things.

peace.love.meep
-amyjoy