Commuters

 

I ride the subway everyday. The diversity of people on the subway interests me. The forced interaction is intriguing. When you ride the subway everyday, especially multiple times a day, you begin to recognize the people you ride along with. I always found it weird that you recognize these people but never say anything to them. You may even share a smile of recognition, a hello, but nothing more.

There are a few people who I only know through my train ride, we say hello, we laugh at people on the train together, and comment on things we observe on the train. I enjoy my tain friendships, they are interesting. I wish for them to never end, but I know they will because some day I will move apartments, but then I will make more commuter friends.

Recently I found myself stuck at the Memphis airport awaiting a flight. I met a person from London who was also awaiting a connecting flight. We stuck together for four hours discussing our interests, the people in the airport, basically everything we could fit in our four hours together. I mad a single serving friend. We shared a moment in time and will probably share no more, but that is okay. Maybe that moment in time was enough, was all we were meant to have, if not then somehow we will have more.

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