I start my day with a thump, literally, I fall out of bed not sure how that happened, nonetheless, it happened and it hurt…breathe it’s okay, it’s just the thing we call life.
I proceed with my day adamant I will not allow the mishaps of this morning affect me. I leave home, dressed appropriately, but that’s up for discussion. I walk towards the tube station, I see the tube approaching the platform from a distance, I know the train comes every couple of minutes but I want to get this train. To cut the long story short, the train door shuts in my face, to add salt to injury I receive a shake of the head and a tut from a fellow being on the train who is disappointed I tried to run for the train in the first place. It feels like everyone on the platform is looking at me, my head sinks and stays there until I am sitting down on the next train.
I make it to work and I am on a verge of having a breakdown, I can’t give you any particular reason, but I don’t think public transport is for me… I breathe and remember it’s okay, it’s just the thing we call life.
Lunchtime arrives, usually, my plan is to take lunch as late as possible, it helps breaks up my day, everyone does that right? But I cave at 12 pm, I have a big lunch something parallel to a curry and I am not even ashamed to admit it. I enjoy it at the time but once I am back on my desk I comprehend what I have done and regret it, I can barely keep my eyes open.
Home time arrives, I leave the office pull out my headphones and connect it to my iPod, this is escapism at its finest, I proceed to the tube station. After the humiliation, I faced this morning I will not allow history to repeat itself. I approach the stairs leading down to the platform, I hear the train pull in, I do not run because unquestionably this is a test. If I run for this train it is inevitable, I will miss it. I smile to myself feeling proud that I’ve learnt from my mishap this morning, my mum would be proud. I arrive at the platform the train is still there; I pause whilst others scurry onto the train, something doesn’t feel right. I look up at the train departure board and realise there are severe delays on the Central line, this is the only train for a while. It takes me one hour and fifteen minutes to get home I do not need to make that journey any longer thank you, I go to board the train. I am two feet away from the train when I look up and see the doors connecting, not again! I want to scream out of frustration but I don’t, I don’t need anybody thinking I’m crazy. I can still save some dignity if I humbly step back and let the train go, at least others will see I didn’t try and fight it… am I the only one who thinks like this?
I step back, the train doors shut but the train does not move, I am puzzled. I turn to my right and see a few individuals boarding the train, one door has been held open, now I don’t know what to do…these are my options:
1) Stay put
2) Run to the opened door
I go for the latter. Although I am running it feels like I am proceeding in slow motion, it is because subconsciously I know what’s going to happen.
You guessed it, the doors shut in my face.
I can’t help but watch the train as it leaves the platform. Sweat scuttles down my forehead betraying my feeling to onlookers.
I get home 2 hours later. Breathe it’s okay, it’s just the thing we call life.
