Sleepy train
I always tend to fall asleep whenever I'm on a train. I managed to wake up in terminal stations where I was not supposed to be. I managed to miss my connections. I even managed to have my cell phone stolen due to having my eyes closed.
Maybe that's why I don't like trains too much. And it's not only because I may have encountered some misfortunes. It just makes me tired. It wears me out. I mean, you get on a train fresh and bright and you get off all fuzzy and tired. Even if it only is for like an hour. Even half an hour. Even if you just got up and are completely awake or if you come back from work and can't wait to get home, can't wait to go to have a drink with friends or just to go couchsurfing in front of your tv for the rest of the evening. That excitement doesn't translate to falling in sleep, does it?
I don't know what it is. Often you hear people say they see the train as an excellent place to meet people. To make conversation. With or without a hidden agenda. With or without looking the good looking blond girl into her deep blue eyes. With or without getting off with a phone number or an email address. For me it's all the other way around. The person in front of me always seems to have a grey face. Always seems tired of having to have to sit there. Always seems to be fallen asleep. So, what do I do? Just the same.
Is it me, you could say? Is it the person in front of me? Is it the train? Or do I just happen to choose the wrong seat all the time? Maybe it's exactly that. Maybe I should take a walk through the whole train to pick the right spot. But then. That spot might be taken. That spot probably will be taken. So, once again, I'll end up in front of the person with the grey face. The person being tired to have to be sitting there. The person with the tendency to fall asleep.
Maybe that's why I don't like trains too much. And it's not only because I may have encountered some misfortunes. It just makes me tired. It wears me out. I mean, you get on a train fresh and bright and you get off all fuzzy and tired. Even if it only is for like an hour. Even half an hour. Even if you just got up and are completely awake or if you come back from work and can't wait to get home, can't wait to go to have a drink with friends or just to go couchsurfing in front of your tv for the rest of the evening. That excitement doesn't translate to falling in sleep, does it?
I don't know what it is. Often you hear people say they see the train as an excellent place to meet people. To make conversation. With or without a hidden agenda. With or without looking the good looking blond girl into her deep blue eyes. With or without getting off with a phone number or an email address. For me it's all the other way around. The person in front of me always seems to have a grey face. Always seems tired of having to have to sit there. Always seems to be fallen asleep. So, what do I do? Just the same.
Is it me, you could say? Is it the person in front of me? Is it the train? Or do I just happen to choose the wrong seat all the time? Maybe it's exactly that. Maybe I should take a walk through the whole train to pick the right spot. But then. That spot might be taken. That spot probably will be taken. So, once again, I'll end up in front of the person with the grey face. The person being tired to have to be sitting there. The person with the tendency to fall asleep.
4 comments:
trains are great. people love them or hate them for the same reasons: so much reality.
maybe it's too much of life's grey-side for you, so your brain protects you by making you sleepy. or, maybe you just have motion-sleepiness. which is more likely, but less interesting.
my first train ride in melbourne, i broke down and cried. got on a normal person, got off a shaking wreck. was way too much reality me. so depressing. i wish my brain had just put me to sleep instead.
No, no motion sleepiness form me. Give me a car, boat, plane, bicycle, submarine, snowboard, step, truck, van and who knows what else and I’ll take you anywhere. I’ll take you around the world. I’ll let you see things you did not even know existed. I’ll go for the ‘prevention-of-too-much-grey’-theory.
in Italia alle persone viene la faccia "grigia" solo all'idea di dover prendere un treno!!! Va bè, evitiamo le solite polemiche...
Oggi sono andata all'università in metro dato che erano tre giorni che a Roma pioveva a dirotto e in motorino tornavo a casa zuppa...
Oggi invece non ha piovuto e all'uscita della metro ho "rosicato amaramente"... Ma non perchè ho preso la metro e invece non pioveva ma perchè avevo perso l'ennesima occasione di "farmi avanti" con un ragazzo visto-adocchiato nel vagone... Il tempo di capire che mi piaceva e che anche lui mi aveva "notato" che la corsa era finita!
Ora, non è che di solito vado in giro ad "abbordare" ragazzi, tantomeno in metro, ma mi era successa già una cosa simile anche quest'inverno, sempre in metro... Uffa!
E' una sensazione stranissima quella del "colpo di fulmine" (se così lo vogliamo chiamare) ancora più strana se avviene in luoghi quali treno, metro e altri mezzi pubblici perchè spesso il "sentimento" è destinato a finire con la fine della corsa... In quei pochi minuti, a volte meno, si "consuma" il tutto e difficilmente si avrà una seconda occasione di rincontrare quella persona...
Così esci dalla stazione con il rimorso di non aver fatto almeno "qualcosa" per conoscerlo, fermarlo...che ne so, chiedergli almeno il nome, lasciargli il numero al volo... Invece continui per la tua strada con l'immagine di lui (o lei) che ti guarda per l'ultima volta mentre ti allontani...
Ah, pazienza! La prossima volta fingerò di dormire... Non voglio vedere chi c'è intorno a me così evito di prendermi cotte fulminee senza seguito e futuro! Ci si rimane male, sai!
Marò quanto ho scritto! Scusa!
Se dovrei fare una classifica dei commenti preferiti, quest'ultimo dovrei metterlo sicuramente al numero 1!
So molto bene a cosa ti riferisci, credimi. Solo che a me non capita mai sul treno...e poi, del metrò non parlo visto che qui non l'abbiamo! ;-) Ma anche se d'una parte alla fine queste 'cotte fulminee' ti lasciano con l'amaro in bocca, d'altra parte hanno anche un certo sentimento d'avventura, di sconosciuto. E diciamoci la vertità: lo sconosciuto è quello che ci attira di più! La ragione per la quale alla fine non succede mai niente è che i treni, come li definisce Ilana nel post precedente, sono segno di troppa realtà...
Scrivi, scrivi...quanto mi piace quando le persono osano scrivere...
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