The one thing I think I wasn’t ready for when I moved to NYC was living more of my life publically.
I spend an average of 2 hours a day on mass transit. Before I moved here I commuted by car, where I could sing along with the radio, yell, laugh, and even cry if I needed to. Now I spend that time smashed up against strangers being way more cognizant of my behavior.
The one thing that breaks my heart is seeing someone riding the train by themselves, crying. I truly believe that crying while surrounded by a bunch of apathetic strangers on a train, is one of the worst feelings. It’s one of the reasons the automobile was invented. I kid!
Most people try to hide it, but when fat tears are rolling down someone’s face, it’s hard to ignore. There have been a few times when I was listening to This American Life on the train, and blubbered for what seemed to be an eternity. I tried, but it’s hard to hide obvious waterworks. Then the strange looks start.
My one hope for those crying on the train is that when they reach their destination, they have someone to give them comfort. Even if it’s just a positive experience with a stranger.
For such a crowded city, New York can sure be lonely at times.