Aright aright, rather than fighting the urge to blog all the time, I caved to the trend. My xanga felt too old school, not to mention trying to fit blogs on gchat statuses don't work out too well.
For vindication of the cliché title, most of my urges to blog come from my 40 minute train commute to and from work everyday. I'm always deepest in thought when I'm traveling- whether by train, car, etc., (probably why I'm directionally challenged.) Hence, I present to you, "train of thought." Double entendre. Apparently, cliché is cliché for a reason, because trying to find a blog url that wasn't taken took way too long. Anyways, blog name subject to change, as I am moving back to campus next week and will no longer have my train rides of reflection.
Tonight's train ride: People watching.
It is amazing the magnitude of thought that will manifest itself in the subtleties of expression. What caused the brunette to look up from her paper to scoff at the girl who just walked by? An ever so slight furrowing of the brow, a momentary look of disgust, did anyone else just catch that? Ah, and here's the friendly guy who says hello with a grin to the person he sits next to, whose only response is an uncomfortable shrug as she shifts over. Dangit, I just looked up at the same time the guy across from me turned around, well that was awkward eye contact. I wonder why that girl just smiled to herself, she must have just had a really happy thought; good for her.
In addition, there are definitely interesting socialogical trends that unfold on the train. What are the subconcious thoughts people have when they choose the seat to sit in? Seemingly, the younger you are, the faster the seat next to you is selected. Followed by that of smaller women and old people. Are people conciously or subconciously affected, perhaps even threatened, by different demographics of age, race, or whatever appearance? Maybe not, but clearly these are factors that come into play by observing what kinds of people get on or off at which stops. This stop, Temple University. Here, many presumably college-aged students get off, kids with bookbags, a few punk rockers, and nurses in scrubs. Next stop, Market East. A wave of movement erupts as people grab for their bags and head towards the exit. A crowd of your everyday workers mixed with your professionals, and the train is starting to empty. Suburban Station- now here comes the mass exodus of the men in black. They tuck away their blackberries they've been scrolling down the duration of the ride, strap on their shoulder bag, tug at their slightly crinkled suit jacket, and just like that, are off to another day of work. At 30th, an eclectic group of stragglers get off; a few grandmas, some bikers, and some who look like they're just exploring UC for the day. Next and final stop, University City. Here exit the remainder of the riders, doctors in aqua green branding them to HUP, some nurse jackets, and a few college students, like myself.
People watching. It's actually pretty amusing. If you've ever sat on a bench on Locust Walk during peak traffic hours- you will be amazed by the weird things people do, the number of people who trip on the bricks and hope that no one saw, and the occasional lone walkers who smile broadly and look like they're talking to themselves.
And that concludes my first blog on blogspot-- honestly, I have no greater message. If anything, it's just to sit back quietly and watch others from time to time and see what you can discover. You may be surprised what you learn about yourself.
For vindication of the cliché title, most of my urges to blog come from my 40 minute train commute to and from work everyday. I'm always deepest in thought when I'm traveling- whether by train, car, etc., (probably why I'm directionally challenged.) Hence, I present to you, "train of thought." Double entendre. Apparently, cliché is cliché for a reason, because trying to find a blog url that wasn't taken took way too long. Anyways, blog name subject to change, as I am moving back to campus next week and will no longer have my train rides of reflection.
Tonight's train ride: People watching.
It is amazing the magnitude of thought that will manifest itself in the subtleties of expression. What caused the brunette to look up from her paper to scoff at the girl who just walked by? An ever so slight furrowing of the brow, a momentary look of disgust, did anyone else just catch that? Ah, and here's the friendly guy who says hello with a grin to the person he sits next to, whose only response is an uncomfortable shrug as she shifts over. Dangit, I just looked up at the same time the guy across from me turned around, well that was awkward eye contact. I wonder why that girl just smiled to herself, she must have just had a really happy thought; good for her.
In addition, there are definitely interesting socialogical trends that unfold on the train. What are the subconcious thoughts people have when they choose the seat to sit in? Seemingly, the younger you are, the faster the seat next to you is selected. Followed by that of smaller women and old people. Are people conciously or subconciously affected, perhaps even threatened, by different demographics of age, race, or whatever appearance? Maybe not, but clearly these are factors that come into play by observing what kinds of people get on or off at which stops. This stop, Temple University. Here, many presumably college-aged students get off, kids with bookbags, a few punk rockers, and nurses in scrubs. Next stop, Market East. A wave of movement erupts as people grab for their bags and head towards the exit. A crowd of your everyday workers mixed with your professionals, and the train is starting to empty. Suburban Station- now here comes the mass exodus of the men in black. They tuck away their blackberries they've been scrolling down the duration of the ride, strap on their shoulder bag, tug at their slightly crinkled suit jacket, and just like that, are off to another day of work. At 30th, an eclectic group of stragglers get off; a few grandmas, some bikers, and some who look like they're just exploring UC for the day. Next and final stop, University City. Here exit the remainder of the riders, doctors in aqua green branding them to HUP, some nurse jackets, and a few college students, like myself.
People watching. It's actually pretty amusing. If you've ever sat on a bench on Locust Walk during peak traffic hours- you will be amazed by the weird things people do, the number of people who trip on the bricks and hope that no one saw, and the occasional lone walkers who smile broadly and look like they're talking to themselves.
And that concludes my first blog on blogspot-- honestly, I have no greater message. If anything, it's just to sit back quietly and watch others from time to time and see what you can discover. You may be surprised what you learn about yourself.
