There\u2019re so many people on this train.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the more I see them, the more I realize what a bored fucking society we are. Lame, even. If I were a guest coming from another planet, seeing this would just make me pity them. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
There\u2019s this lady, talking to God knows who (probably herself), her voice louder than a bomb and pitch higher than the Empire State building. It pierces my ears with lovely grace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then there\u2019s this guy sitting next to me- legs spread wide open, as if about to give birth- texting someone non stop. Someone I\u2019d bet probably doesn\u2019t even give a fuck if he texts or not; for he waits and waits and waits for an answer while looking at the window, and back at the screen -nothing- then back at the window again. There\u2019s no answer coming, pal. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Oh there, here comes the lady with the snack cart. \u201cFuck you\u201d written all over her face, yet instead she has to ask would you like something to drink? <\/em>Everyone can see you hate your job, dear. But hey, don\u2019t we all?<\/p>\n\n\n\n And for fucks sake, this train has more germs than a public bathroom full of shit. Why? There\u2019s this old dude who keeps coughing like there\u2019s no tomorrow (sadly probably not for him). Does he know there\u2019s this thing called mouth cover? Or maybe even hands and arm? Hell no, that\u2019s way too clean. He rather let that sneeze perfume the air and travel through our sits, right into our bodies. <\/p>\n\n\n\n There there, keep the volume up, motherfucker. We all love to hear what you\u2019re watching on your phone. It\u2019s so interesting. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Ah yes, then there\u2019s me. The student who should be writing that essay due for Friday. Instead, im writing about these assholes.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n I guess that makes me just as lame as them. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" There\u2019re so many people on this train. And the more I see them, the more I realize what a bored fucking society we are. Lame, even. If I were a guest coming from another planet, seeing this would just make me pity them. There\u2019s this lady, talking to God knows who (probably herself), her voice […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":708,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[39,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-710","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-flash-non-fiction","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.writerspeak.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/710","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.writerspeak.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.writerspeak.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.writerspeak.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.writerspeak.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=710"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.writerspeak.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/710\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":720,"href":"https:\/\/www.writerspeak.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/710\/revisions\/720"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.writerspeak.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/708"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.writerspeak.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=710"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.writerspeak.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=710"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.writerspeak.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=710"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}