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I'm a superball.
Aug. 15th, 2003 09:44 amThe hold music for the conference call center is playing Miles Davis. I wouldn't necessarily think of that as Friday morning music but it feels damn good to my brain.
I'm European in my rabid belief of the principle of standing on the right and walking on the left of escalators. To the point that I stepped and rolled all over this annoying guy today. He was jockeying with me at the entrance of the escalator in the midst of the commuter crowd, and I let him win and go ahead of me to the left side, then he just stopped and stood, one leg up on a higher step with his hands practically on his hips, taking up a whole bubble. I had already started the momentum of walking, so I ended up practically merging into him, realizing he was stopped, then slid around him making sure lots of my body was touching lots of his. Not that he was cute or that I was trying to be sexy, but that I wanted his personal space to be eliminated since he was so keen on striking a pose and holding up traffic, I wanted to burst that little bubble. For the record, when little old ladies stand on the left, I generally polite step around them or just suck it up and wait if the right side is crowded.
Sometimes I think about those escalators in germany or france where people bulleted up and down the stairs and god forbid you should stand in your way because you would get plowed down regardless of age or gender. I fantasize about doing the same at times, which is sort of ridiculous since I'm not in that big of a hurry to get to work. I think it's more the anxiety of being underground and the looming breakout claustrophobia that shadows me when I'm in a tunnel, threatening to overtake me at any second. The mantra becomes: must escape to sea level and sunshine and not-so-fresh air.
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dommeyourass called this morning from the airport right as I was thinking of calling her. I was going to see if her flight was delayed because of electricity problems. She said to me "what power outage?" I love the phenomenon of leaving town and extracting yourself from the deluge of news, even when it's only a day.
I had a moment of spiritual clarity on the train. No major epiphany to write a book about, but just a moment of being completely present and seeing all for lack of a better term, that sense of completion and presence and connection and being taken care of. This seems to happen a lot to me at 8 am on crowded trains and platforms-- I'm not sure what it is about early morning rides on the weekday. But I'm not complaining.
I'm European in my rabid belief of the principle of standing on the right and walking on the left of escalators. To the point that I stepped and rolled all over this annoying guy today. He was jockeying with me at the entrance of the escalator in the midst of the commuter crowd, and I let him win and go ahead of me to the left side, then he just stopped and stood, one leg up on a higher step with his hands practically on his hips, taking up a whole bubble. I had already started the momentum of walking, so I ended up practically merging into him, realizing he was stopped, then slid around him making sure lots of my body was touching lots of his. Not that he was cute or that I was trying to be sexy, but that I wanted his personal space to be eliminated since he was so keen on striking a pose and holding up traffic, I wanted to burst that little bubble. For the record, when little old ladies stand on the left, I generally polite step around them or just suck it up and wait if the right side is crowded.
Sometimes I think about those escalators in germany or france where people bulleted up and down the stairs and god forbid you should stand in your way because you would get plowed down regardless of age or gender. I fantasize about doing the same at times, which is sort of ridiculous since I'm not in that big of a hurry to get to work. I think it's more the anxiety of being underground and the looming breakout claustrophobia that shadows me when I'm in a tunnel, threatening to overtake me at any second. The mantra becomes: must escape to sea level and sunshine and not-so-fresh air.
dommeyourass called this morning from the airport right as I was thinking of calling her. I was going to see if her flight was delayed because of electricity problems. She said to me "what power outage?" I love the phenomenon of leaving town and extracting yourself from the deluge of news, even when it's only a day.I had a moment of spiritual clarity on the train. No major epiphany to write a book about, but just a moment of being completely present and seeing all for lack of a better term, that sense of completion and presence and connection and being taken care of. This seems to happen a lot to me at 8 am on crowded trains and platforms-- I'm not sure what it is about early morning rides on the weekday. But I'm not complaining.
