Golden Ticket
While observing the selfish ways of my fellow 20 something year olds on public transport, and I realised just how bias and hypocritical I can be. When someone bumps me while adjusting their bag and says sorry, I secretly hate them. How dare you, middle ages woman who is probably going home to make dinner for her family and work up the budget for next week. How dare you interrupt Edward Sharp and the magnetic Zero’s welcoming me home on this commute. So reasonable, at the time.
But if I hop onto the tram after back to back classes or a full day at work, and bump someone with my elbow while looking for my head phones (my limbs resemble that of a baby giraffe’s, both in appearance and movement) I don’t even know if I would notice, let alone apologise.
This does not only apply to tram rides, but also things that my friends do or don’t do. I’m learning more about myself and my bias nature. This includes habits that people have, such as eating with their mouth open, speaking or writing with poor grammar and (perhaps a little harsh..) sniffing, that would normally irritate me. Though, when my friends have these habits I don’t even seem to notice. When I nit pick on people’s behaviour, it must usually be because I have some sort of deeper problem with them. Or perhaps, I’ve just had back to back classes or a long day at work.
Edward will cheer me up.