So much hate

I hate those noises on the train, it's gets to your back , in between your eyes and blacken slowly over your ears, threatening to overpower them. Laugh all you want but it's true , if you listen to it carefully enough you will realise I'm not shitting you. Sometimes it's nasty in that way but most of the time it's like an intrusion to my privacy, like when somebody goes poking their nose in your top drawer trying to dig out what kind of gel and after-shower cream you use.

Well , this might sound weird but there's all different sort of voices on the train. I'm sure you know but didn't really realise it until someone tell you so , I'm gonna be that someone now. Apart from the usual babies crying, kids running and screaming and grannies talking loudly over their cell and oh, let's not forget my all time favorite smash mouths (foul mouthed teens swearing vulgarities like it's the 8 o'clock BBC news) That's probably the real reason I hate the train, besides the unfriendly crowd that is. In this case, it's a crowded train with tons of smash mouths.

Tsk tsk. So much hate.
What has the world done against them?

I have my fair share of disliking this world (who doesn't anyway?), keeping one side of my hair longer than the other , partially defiant, partially because I hate the world. The longer side usually covers one of my eyes and I like it that way because I would get to see lesser of the cruel world with one vision slightly 'tainted'. Who needs this much of the world anyway?

I certainly don't.
Then again, that was the past, good old past that's gone for a reason.

These days I don't keep my hair the same way as before. I found a thing call shades. (works better though) but standing amidst the crowd in the train is not much any better than before. Bunch of teens still hanging around, still as fouled mouth, still talking with such volume one only associate during wartimes. Excuse me? I'm not fucking deaf you know?
Nor blind either.

I see and hear you young punks perfectly; crystal clear and I mean it by every single word. They treated their life like living in a goldfish bowl, fully exposed and very vulnerable. Popcorn , check.
Tickets for two, check. Screen 3 showing A teenager life fully exposed, check. Turn to your right and you will see number 5 cinema sir , please enjoy your show.

Yes , very vulnerable indeed.

What's up with all that swearing?
Swearing? What swearing are you talking about, old fart?

It sucks to feel like 60 when you're only 20. Often , I wonder if some freak accident swap my soul somewhere. I feel so old suddenly. Vinyl records old that is. And I still hate the train , hate the noise and most of all, hated the people making it. My shades can't block that much out though.

That's why I love my music player.



Note: J. believes Kaoru must have felt the same when she reads this and he loves the line she left as a comment so much he decided to write something about it. Hope you will like it K. Good luck for your studies.