I smell fodder for a short-subject film about the meaning of a rich, albeit speechless, human connection that lasts 60-90 minutes a day.
It is a bit depressing, though, to think that these are the things we have come to look forward to in our busy lives.
Well, there you have it: Hope and despair, together again, as always, in art.
I suspect, though, that all things that bring happiness appear trivial. One of my most reliable sources of happiness is the five minutes a day I spend picking up and cuddling the cats when I get home.
It's odd how we get used to having things a certain way and get slightly bent when there is a change in the ordering of our lives. Also, maybe even though you never speak to each other, the many hours of napping and reading next to each other seems sort of intimate in a way. I can see why he was chagrined that you didn't sit next to him!
Yes, me too. I felt bad for the whole journey home. I'm just glad he didn't turn out to be a grudge-holder!
We have such strong attachments to habits, no matter how small the amount of happiness they bring.
Things like this almost makes it worth it to have a commute this long.
You're wanted and loved by many!
Someone else said that I was his teddy bear. Which is exactly what it feels like! :D
this also made me smile. i can totally relate to mutually enjoying someone's presence while never speaking to them.
Yes. It's one of the reasons the bloke & I get on so well. We're both prone to long spells of thinky-thought wherein we forget to speak.
It made me really worried until I was able to make it up to him, poor man!
I like your stories about your life.
Thank you. It's a very quiet life.
Aw. [GOOFY SMILE]
Thankyou for sharing that.
You're welcome. I'm glad you liked it.
I love those sort of moments, they're always so unexpected.
The rules and etiquette of commuting are many and varied. Also obscure and secret. And some of them are unspoken personal traditions.
I'm so glad you posted this... it means all (or at least something) is well in the world. :)
I don't think I've got hold of all the rules of commuting. Although, as one of my train friends pointed out, if I knew them all in advance, I mightn't have any train friends. ;)
As trite as it may sound, it really *is* the little things that make our lives..better...different ...interesting. I really enjoy reading these little moments of your life.
Yes. I've just hung up after speaking to my parents and I'm all amused from hearing them talking over each other when they're trying to tell me a story and saying "shush" alternately.