December 1, 2009

  • Things We Don’t See (SH 51)

    The train was crowded like it usually is during rush hour. All of the seats were taken and there were several people standing up. After a few stops, I was able to sit down. A girl who had been standing next to me sat down next to me. She was intently studying a book about walking tours in Japan. The book had maps inside of it. She traced her fingers slowly over the map. She would flipped forward a few pages and then back a few pages like she was really studying it hard. After a few more stops, she put her head down and looked like she was crying or at least on the verge of crying. She got off a few stops later.

    Growing up in this area, one thing everyone seems to implicitly understand is that you don’t involve yourself in other people’s business. Everyone seems to be in their own little bubble here. Over the years I have simply learned to accept this. In a way, this crowd is probably one of the safest places in the world if you want to be alone with your feelings. You may be elbow to elbow with a bunch of people but everyone seems to be about a million miles away physically.

    Although it didn’t stop me from wondering why she was crying and why she was studying the travel book so intently. My slightly overactive imagination started in on overdrive. Had she planned a trip to Japan and couldn’t go? Was something preventing her from going? Was she supposed to go with someone who no longer was going? Was she supposed to go with a lover who was now an ex? Was she still going to go without that person? If she went, would she be lonely?

    We can hardly know a person’s back story from simply sitting next to them. There are too many things that we don’t see. I always have to wonder what I’m missing.

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