Well back to normal after the festive break, back to rush hour traffic, back to squeezing yourself on to the tube to the extent that you are pressed up against the glass and can't help but be very intimate with your fellow commuters (nothing weird just very close).
Its not that I have a problem with my fellow commuters, I don't doubt that they are all really nice people, I am just one of these strange people that is very protective of her space. But I am getting used to the commute and usually get lost in my own musical journey.
Although that did not happen this morning - two stops along my MP3 player ran out of juice (note to self, charge MP3) so I was in that place where you can hear everyone's conversations, little snippets of life. It makes you feel like you are intruding in their lives but cannot be avoided.
It made me really believe that "all the worlds a stage" and that we all act in different ways depending on the situation we find ourselves in. I witnessed this, this morning, a young couple seemed to be lost in a bubble of their own, completely unaware of the other passengers, they were very relaxed and mirrored each others body language that is until her mobile went off and she adopted a different character - her voice changed, her body language created a barrier and there was an element falseness to this new persona, Whoever was on the other end of the line (I am assuming a girlfriend given the exchange) brought out this element of her personality, upon ending the telephone call, her partner seemed very distant and actually said "I wish you wouldn't put on that silly voice"
Ah the things you hear on the way to work.
So what part do you play?
love
Claire
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