Something I have to do almost every day.

I wish a hot guy what sit next to me and get all into my life, looking out the window and wondering about the lives of people in the houses we pass, two hot conductors with tattoos, that time when the train fucking broke down right before my stop, that awkward moment when someone morbidly obese sits next to you and you have to keep your feelings of discomfort and mild terror from surfacing to your face, that time when these two trifling bitches sat next to me on a three person seat even though it was totally unnecessary because they could’ve sat one in front of the other in two other seats without making me uncomfortable, but they wanted to run their mouths like teenaged girls (I mean, the only possible thing that can be talked about at 8am is bullshit), and the one bitch tried to jump hard when I looked confused and asked if both of them were sitting down, but I took the high road once I calmed down and just went to sit somewhere else where my personal space wouldn’t be violated by lifeless, banal cows, wondering if the images that flash past your face through the window are being subconsciously recorded to appear in my dreams.