I like to think that at some point in my life something will happen which vaguely resembles a scene from a movie, just so I can say that it happened. That’s an irrelevant thought but I figured I’d throw it in.
There’s a lady who catches my train in the morning. Day in, day out, she is there. She has really long hair which she always wears in a plait, probably about mid-40s, always with the same round sunglasses and a different trashy romance novel everyday (sero she must have the biggest collection or really be a dedicated library-goer). Now I just introduced that statement with “a lady who catches my train”, emphasis on the my. What makes it my train? Well, nothing, really. Except that it is my life and therefore everything I choose within it is mine. The train I regularly catch becomes mine, and she is a commuter on my train. But what if I am actually a commuter on hers? She could say the same about me; every day on her train there is this teenage girl wearing a uniform who carries a black backpack and steps onto the train, looks around the carriage whilst putting in her red ipod and then whips out something to read. The point I am making is that everything in our lives, naturally, revolves around ourselves. I get off the train at Kogarah and that is my daily encounter with the trashy-novel-lady over. But that isn’t her day over! She does not exist solely in relation to me! What a revelation. Everyone is so completely interconnected and completely disconnected at the same time. I see this lady every day, it would be weird if she wasn’t there, and for the 25 minutes we spend on the same train each morning, our frame of reference is the same. After that, she has a life completely unconnected from mine over which I exert absolutely no influence. All my teachers; I know so much about them, and them me, and yet in the end, our lives are not connected. Well they are, to an extent, but it’s like a network of connections, and essentially, without that one link, we will go on without each other just fine. It’s an odd thought, and not particularly comforting on an egotistical level, but when you think about it; knowing that greater society will not suffer from your disappearance is quite good.
In other news, I’m completely in love with Brandi Carlile atm :)
I like this. I mean it’s not like a new revelation, but it’s not often we sit down and think about stuff like that.
I like that you do. :)
“knowing that greater society will not suffer from your disappearance is quite good.”
but imagine if that lady stopped catching your train !! you would probably wonder all about why and where she went and it would be sad i bet .