Some theatre each day keeps the doctor away…

Train Space

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The though occurs that I might be much happier on my commutes – when the train is packed – if I had the assertiveness to defend my personal space with my elbows.  Others – men, particularly – sit next to me with their elbows at the sides of their torsos, whereas I have my elbows within the boundaries of my torso, in front of me.  I shrivel, basically.  And my space is invaded.  Like the video game but without the fun.

Hell is close strangers.

Written by epistemysics

April 28, 2015 at 11:59 pm

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