It occurred to me the other day that the weirdest things I have overheard, seen or experienced over the last few years have taken place in the subway. I could probably write the pilot for a sitcom based solely on the masses who drudge to work each day via public transportation. Hey...maybe I'm on to something. I call dibs on this one, so don't even think about it.
I realize that after a while we become numb to our surroundings while riding the train or bus. The day in and day out weirdness and ugliness has a way of draining a person after a while. Personally I usually just immerse myself in a book. If not, I just shut my eyes and daydream or listen to my iPod. I prefer to keep my eyes shut and not see what surrounds me. Being a soul who is uber sensitive to other people's vibes, it is the only way I can get through it. So yes, you can say I'm in my own little bubble.
There was someone else in her own bubble that day besides myself. I so wish I would have opted for the closing my eyes and daydreaming routine that morning. Had I done so, I would not have seen a woman in her mid to late 50's doing what I at first thought was "putting on her face". Instead, I witnessed her take out a pair of tweezers and proceed to pluck....her facial hair. I'm not talking a rogue dark hair here or there. She was going to town with these things. I could not believe my eyes.
Admittedly there is a certain freedom from caring what people think once the big "M" has rolled around, but there's a freaking limit. The voice in my head was screaming NO NO NO DON'T DO IT! Some things should really be kept secret, behind the locked door of a woman's bathroom. She may as well have left the house with a sign hanging around her next which read "I am no longer a woman and my self esteem is on permanent vacation"
It took every ounce of strength in me to not walk over there and slap those blasted tweezers out of her chubby little hands. By the time she got off the subway the area around her mouth was bright red. Remember what you looked like as a teenager after a furious necking session? Ya, that's what she looked like. It was not pretty.
I should have kept my eyes closed. Serves me right.
Hi! I'm Chris, an empty nester living in Montreal and making the most of this stage in my life. I love cooking for friends and family, DIY projects, decorating and writing.