The crowd around me was enslaved by the heavy bass and sporadic lights. Their winding bodies moved like a tangled mess of flailing limbs, starving for companionship and drowning in the stench of alcohol, cologne and cigarettes — the fragrance of blissful ignorance. The music was loud and repetitive, like a cicada buzzing in my ears. My vision see-sawed as an empty bottle slept in my hand and a couple (or maybe not) had their tongues down each other’s throats a few feet away.
I commute a lot. As a commuter, you end up sharing a small moving space with a group of strangers for a good part of your day. And it can be the most boring experience of your life outside of watching paint dry at a golf tournament. The list below is a product that boredom. Here are 10 things I’ve learned about commuting while bored aboard public transportation.
Many assume that Twitter is a passing social media fad frequented by teenage girls incessantly posting about their boy troubles, littered with mundane drivel about the kinds of sandwiches people are eating, and adopted by businesses for a “hip” marketing strategy. They wouldn’t be far off. After all, how much value can you pack into 140 characters?