manners, my friends.

there is a serious problem with people on the metro.

personal space dissolves the minute you enter the place. i was sitting quietly in my chair, and a man sits in the seat behind me. he proceeds to read his newspaper. thats great and all, but he decides to slouch in his seat, his arm sprawled on the back of the seat therefore touching me. if that wasnt irritating enough, everytime he turned a page he elbowed me in the neck. i was loosing it. one of these days, when one of these pricks catches me on a wrong day i'll elbow them back. but no, i mild-manneredly switch seats while glaring at him. he then looked at me all innocent- like as if he hadn't been annoying me for the past 8 stops. this is not your living room. its a public transportation system, jesus.

another thing. bring a damn book or magazine or something. stop staring at me, i know i look tired but it's monday morning. the windows are reflective, i can see you. i used to think school was the only place i can not wear any makeup and get away with it.  according to the metro people, i should make a bit more effort.  

and when you're angrily texting on your blackberry, you can bet there's someone following along right over your shoulder. they must know the exact fight you're having with your boyfriend, you might as well sit them down and cry on their shoulder.