Train station familiarity
It counts for absolutely nothing.
Of the two people that I have spoken to on my local train platform, if I try to engage them in conversation the following day or week, I am met with exactly the same "Oh, you're on the platform too?" look that I get all the time. It's not that they're afraid to talk to me, but it's almost as though every encounter has to be started with the customary brand-new-contact face.
If no conversation is made at all, they'll quite happily stare at the rail track for fifteen minutes until the train arrives, and then board in absolute silence despite the fact that these people see eachother every single day and have done for at least the last four or five months that I've been occasionally catching the train.
My travel is infrequent, and even I still recognise people on the platform that get on there every single day.
What the hell is the point in life if you don't bother to make your time waiting for a train a little more friendly and communicative? Since when has banter on the train platform led to stalking, marriage, or god forbid; casual friendship.
If you don't think you need any more friends, chances are you're wrong and you live a more isolated life than you had once thought.
Of the two people that I have spoken to on my local train platform, if I try to engage them in conversation the following day or week, I am met with exactly the same "Oh, you're on the platform too?" look that I get all the time. It's not that they're afraid to talk to me, but it's almost as though every encounter has to be started with the customary brand-new-contact face.
If no conversation is made at all, they'll quite happily stare at the rail track for fifteen minutes until the train arrives, and then board in absolute silence despite the fact that these people see eachother every single day and have done for at least the last four or five months that I've been occasionally catching the train.
My travel is infrequent, and even I still recognise people on the platform that get on there every single day.
What the hell is the point in life if you don't bother to make your time waiting for a train a little more friendly and communicative? Since when has banter on the train platform led to stalking, marriage, or god forbid; casual friendship.
If you don't think you need any more friends, chances are you're wrong and you live a more isolated life than you had once thought.
Labels: banter, familiarity, station, talking, train

