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My life is lived in journeys [20100421|10:18]
Mad Scientess Jane Expat
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I was a bit late getting to the train today and thus got stuck sitting next to a Daily Mail reader. I was amused to note that people had avoided the available seat next to him. I sat there because it was the only free seat. He behaved as one might expect. Though I was compressed tightly into my aisle seat, his arm and his newspaper kept crossing well into the space in front of me. He huffed through his nostrils grumpily as he finished each paragraph. Finally, I rolled my eyes, dropped my book pointedly into my lap and turned the full force of my glare on him for half a second. (This amused me because five years ago, I probably would have called him an asshole to his face.) He had enough vestigial British politeness to get the nonverbal message and grudgingly move his arm out of my vicinity. I have developed enough sensitivity to the subtle rigidity of posture that characterizes British rage to know that he sulked angrily for the remainder of the journey to Kings Cross. When we arrived, I was extra-polite and smiling to the people around me as we began the graceful and largely courteous dance that is disembarking from a crowded commuter train. He stayed in his seat, glowering. I glanced back once I was on the platform to see him still there, tracking me with resentful eyes.

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Last Friday evening, a young and good-looking couple got on the train to Cambridge and sat in the pair of seats behind me. "This is much better than sitting by the loo," she remarked as she sat down, prompting me to look up and smile. She returned the smile impulsively and prettily. I settled back into my book, feeling that harmonious twang that a pleasant interaction with a stranger provokes.

Once she and her partner were settled in their seats, however, I soon became aware that all was not harmonious between them. In vicious undertones, they launched into an argument which had clearly been going on since well before they boarded the train. They fought cruelly, with the button-pressing knowledge and the lack of forgiveness that comes of stubborn misunderstanding between partners in a long and unhappy relationship. Occasionally they would pause. One would say, "Let's just not talk about this any more. Let's read until we arrive, okay?" "Okay," the other would agree. Two minutes of silence. Then they began again.

They fought for the entire journey. When we left the train, they were still fighting. If you had looked at them, you wouldn't have been able to tell. They walked easily beside one another, not quite touching, their faces relaxed and open.

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There's a Fungus Amongus (aka "It's behind you")
Funginanila


I've started wearing my hair up recently. It's gotten so long and I'm in such desperate need of a haircut that there is no other solution. I bind it up in a ponytail and then braid it. I'm still getting used to the way I look, which is quite different from when I wear it down. I think I look more Asian, though I can't explain why.
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[User Picture]From: cosmiccircus
2010-04-21 15:24 (UTC)
So you don't like Daily Mail people because they cross into your space, or because of other reasons?

Funny look on your face in the photo!
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[User Picture]From: tanjent
2010-04-22 03:00 (UTC)
Looks rather like she got Goatse'd. ;)
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[User Picture]From: nanila
2010-04-22 12:43 (UTC)
Or encountered Detective Mittens.
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[User Picture]From: nanila
2010-04-22 12:39 (UTC)
I try not to make assumptions about people based on their choice of reading material, but the Daily Mail is a pretty awful newspaper. It makes ample use of the three s's: scare-mongering, sleaze and slander. The appearance of this particular person matched my mental image of a stereotypical DM reader pretty perfectly.

I was going for "alert", but appear to have ended up with "Yikes!" instead. :-P
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[User Picture]From: wiggyfish
2010-04-21 16:06 (UTC)
Why do people get angry when you politely ask them to quit wronging you? I don't get that.

I don't remember if I've mentioned on LJ that my awful neighbor has attached a flatscreen TV to a hollow drywall portion of my bedroom wall (in a nook off her kitchen -- if she had put it on the exterior wall she could see it from the counter, but why do that?) She runs it at high volume, at all hours, and leaves it on when she wanders off. It's four feet from the head of my bed.

I couldn't find her number and she would never answer the door when I wanted her to stop, but after four months I finally got to talk to her on the front porch. I said, "I don't think you realize that your new TV is on my bedroom wall. It keeps me awake at night, and keeps me from sleeping in on weekends. I think I sleep more than you." That is ALL I SAID, and while she did promise to "keep the volume lower", she said it in a stiff and stilted way, as if I'd deeply insulted her.

What is with people?

Also, hair: I just gave myself a spur-of-the-moment trim this morning. Saw a pair of scissors while performing morning ablutions and didn't try to resist temptation. I'll probably get scolded whenever I finally get a proper haircut, but at least it will be less prone to tangling for a while.
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[User Picture]From: nanila
2010-04-22 14:30 (UTC)
I blame cultural influences which encourage people to abidcate responsibility whenever possible.

I've trimmed my hair a couple of times to get rid of split ends, but it needs the attentions of a professional badly. I just don't have the patience for grooming that will allow me to spend more than ten minutes on it.
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[User Picture]From: attictroll
2010-04-21 16:59 (UTC)
My little girl was sitting on my lap, just now, as I was scrolling down my friends list. On seeing your photo, she gasped and declared, "Pretty girlie trapped inna /water/!"

As those of us under the age of three haven't developed tooo many social skills or sophistications, that is about as pure and unarguable as a compliment can get. You should probably sort that one away for the next time the Body Image Demons of Doom whisper nonsense in your ear.

In Other News: Lewd postcards are harder to find than I remember.
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[User Picture]From: nanila
2010-04-22 14:28 (UTC)
That's wonderful; thank you for sharing that story with me.

Postcards in general seem to be getting rarer. This is a sad state of affairs.
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[User Picture]From: nanila
2010-04-22 13:03 (UTC)
The weight loss is from all this gardening business. It turns out that spending at least an hour a day weeding or digging is quite good exercise.
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[User Picture]From: sekl
2010-04-21 21:04 (UTC)
Maybe he read in the Daily Mail about crazy upstart people demanding their own space. Hell in a handbasket, I tell you.
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[User Picture]From: nanila
2010-04-22 13:02 (UTC)
Imagine how incensed he would have been had he discovered I'm an immigrant! Not an asylum-seeker, but I'm not sure that makes much difference to some people.
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