Several of my friends have noted that I tend to complain a lot about my commute. This is true. I think that many of them are wondering when the hell I’m gonna get over it and shut up already, thinking that I’m a big baby and that I should stop complaining. To that I say probably never, yes I am and no I should not.
And today I feel vindicated. Today I read about someone else with similar feelings toward some of his fellow rail riders. Today I feel like I have a partner on the train, today I celebrate the fact that I am not alone in my angst-addled thoughts as I ride the train.