1. Seeing people singing in their cars.
Sometimes the drivers know they are being watched and, quite simply, do not care. They sing on unapologetically. It is equally exciting when they sing, not realizing others are watching them, and then when they are caught, their faces are covered with the sheepish "ohhhhhhhhhh!" This makes me feel like I was witness to something I wasn't meant to see, resulting in an inner feeling of awkward happiness.
2.When the train is pulling up to you just as you reach the platform.
You are not in a rush. It is a leisurely walk to your destination, and then the train arrives, much like a chauffeur arriving to pick up a rich woman who called a day in advance for door-to-door service.
3. The train stops RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU.
I love it when the doors line up with my body and open right in front of me as if that train car was meant specifically for me.
4. Waking up on your day off and realizing you don't need to get up.
There are so many variations on this. One is when you wake up before your alarm would have gone off and you sweetly realize you can go back to bed. Another is when you wake up after the time you would have set your alarm for and, for a split second, you think you are late and thrash around crazily in your covers, but then you realize you don't need to be up at all and you can go back to bed. One other good alarm clock moment is when you wake up and realize you still have 3 hours before you need to get up. Sleep is good. Alarm clocks are not.
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SKETCH LIST!
There are also things that make me crazy.
These are the newest Sketch Offenders of the year TEN:
1. Pen caps.
Picking up a pen from the pen holder at work and finding that there are caps on both ends of the pen. So now you don't know which end of the pen is the one that actually writes. Ultimately, there is the split-second decision which cap to pull off first, and really, you have a 50/50 chance of getting it right, but inevitably, you pull off the wrong cap and you just see the ugly stub of the pen that does not write at all, but rather, just sits there with the ink swelling in its bottom. This bothers me. It happens to me a lot.
2. Hangers.
Shopping at a clothing store and picking out the one hanger that seems to have gotten tangled up in all the other hangers, creating a hanger incident whereby the whole bevy of hangers falls to the ground and the one shirt you want is still twisted up, mocking you, because all you wanted to do was see if it was a size 6, but now you just give up because there are fifteen size 2Xs and twenty size 0's dancing around the one real-person-sized shirt you need, so you decide to just let all the hangers win-- except then you decide the hangers can go piss off and you swashbuckle each one expertly and put them back in their pens until you finally wrangle the size 6 and get it to the dressing room only to realize the sizing is off and you really needed an 8 in the first place and your whole struggle was for NOTHING.
that was all one sentence. i think that's pretty cool.
There are sweet alarm clock moments but there are also awful ones. Like the moment when you wake up and realize you have overslept. Or the moment you realize your power went out overnight and you are now late. Or the moment you realize you have set your alarm for PM instead of AM. Or the moment after you have woken up, gotten ready for work or whatnot, and realize that it is your day off and you could have stayed sleeping.
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More weird things:
1. Man on the train came up to me and told me he was going to start smoking and he was just giving me a heads up in case I wanted to move. I was angry he was going to smoke, but at the same time, I thought it was nice of him for letting me know about it before he did it.
2. Pregnant lady on train obviously about to pop the big one. She seemed to need a lot of help but no one was helping her. I silently wondered why. I kept my eye on her, prepared to hop up if she needed assistance getting off the train. Something was a little off about her. I wasn't sure what was going on. I kept thinking to myself, "God, Katherine, what's wrong with you, go talk to her, see if she's okay." But I didn't. I still don't know why. Finally, a man helped her get up as she was getting off the train to get to the hospital. As soon as she left, people started talking about how she smelled of alcohol and it seemed like she was drunk.
I still feel bad I never helped her.
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