#5 TTC Tales
This is me putting a true occurrence down into written words while trying out a new writing style.
You sort of feel like the subway to your school is getting more and more crowded everyday you are in there and there is a very high chance that you are actually not that wrong since you find yourself being trapped between two rather corpulent men. While being slightly claustrophobic and generally not really fond of humans, this is probably one of the worst situations you could possible get into and you really, really regret taking that one bus earlier this morning. You try to think of anything else than all those humans being pressed to your body and imagine what the sun feels like on your skin or what you would give to just take a deep breath of fresh air right now, which was probably a bad idea because you do indeed take a deep breath. Your imagination is strong - after all, you consider yourself a writer -but it is not strong enough to cover the tremendous stench coming from all those different human beings stuffed in this way too small cabin whit their only obvious similarity being sweating in a subway with an broken air conditioning system. Yep, you really regret taking this bus or not waiting for the next subway.
The men you are surrounded by eventually - but still way too late - leave the train and it gets a little bit less crowded but you are still far from actually feeling comfortable. You make some room for a girl that sprints towards the open doors and gets into the cabin at the same time as the lovely beeping sound of the doors that tells you that they are about to close. You are stuffed again and you have nowhere else to look than at the girl right in front of you, who takes out a notebook and begins to write. You remember something you have read in your writing class about being in a crowded atmosphere and simply writing down your emotions could help you become a better writer and you were really close to asking the girl if that is what she is doing but then you remind yourself that you are in fact just a big weirdo and do not want to bother this girl in front of you, so you just keep staring at your reflection in the window while listening to some melancholic music.
Shortly before the subway is stopping again, someone taps your arm and rips you out of your daydreams back into your confusing reality and before you can react in any way, the girl with the notebook puts a piece of paper in your hand and gets out of the train leaving you completely paralyzed and confused. You look at the paper in your hand and then at the people around you, seeing if anyone else noticed this rather unusual event but as you look at the faces of even more strangers around you, you realize that you are in fact just another stranger in a subway, another meaningless face passing by and therefore basically invisible.
You open the note, that is messily folded, and read what it says:
You are very beautiful/handsome. I hope you have a great day! :-)
You read it over and over again not really believing that you apparently were not invisible to one person in a subway. You start smiling when this warm feeling sets inside you and it just makes you feel so happy you kind of feel like bursting and spreading out love to everybody but you hold it in because one again you do not want to bother anyone. You read the note one more time before you put it in your pocket. Taking a look at your reflection again, you see a small smile running on your face and in does not really leave you for the rest of the subway ride, even when there are more people getting in and you are back at being trapped between to huge men again. You reach your destination when the realization hits you that you have no idea who this person wis, who did indeed make your day a whole lot better, and you have no chance to thank her for this small but great gesture. In this moment you also realize that you do not really regret getting on the earlier bus or not waiting for the next subway. You really, really regret not talking to the girl with the notebook.
