My phone and me, we’re close. Most of the time it drives B and J crazy. B wants to really talk some more and J wants the phone to herself, watch adults peeling surprise eggs. But sometimes it drives me nuts too.
I travel to work by train. 2 hours a day. And it’s so easy to pull it out and race around the internet some more. But my eyes can’t handle it, let alone my mind. I want to be more present where I am instead of in this virtual world I partly live in. It might help me to really relax before I get home.
I want to read books again. I used to read at least one book a week. And I want to look around some more. Really see the people around me, maybe have a little chat about whatever. So I did. This morning I sat down and looked around. Besides people glued to their phones, there was this guy sitting in the seat across mine.
It was the geek type. You know, bread case and white socks. He was sitting there minding his own business. Eating bread and reading. I looked away because I felt like a stalker. But when I looked up the second time he was sneaking up on me too and ducked into his newspaper when he saw me watching. Because of my little experiment I couldn’t help but keep looking. A little love story?
Well let me help you with that. What I saw next was impressive. The guy was digging a secret path to his brains. I was intrigued and wondered where he would end up, so I didn’t lay off. He digged a little deeper, twisted and pulled his finger out and put the whole unit in his mouth. Like an after bread snack. Just like that. I should have turned away earlier.
How intrigued I was and how much I wanted to see the look on his face when he saw my piercing eyes, this was too much. I turned away as quickly as possible and rigidly stared out of the window thinking “why the fuck do people do this? What’s the win?”. I seriously thought this through, even called Freud over for a tête-à-tête. The only thing I could come up with is that people are weird mammals with weirder habits. But that’s something I already knew. I even like it… during work hours.
Any book tips girls?
PS 1. if you have vivid imagination qualities, I’m sorry.
PS 2. If you think that’s me on the photo, you’re wrong. I found it here.