Train-ing Myself to Have Some Patience!

crowded train

I’ve always loved riding the New York City subway. It’s just classic New York. I like the grittiness of it, the ample people watching, listening to people playing music on the subway platforms, and the time it gives me to zone out and think. But before I actually moved to the city this August, I only rode the train occasionally, maybe twice a week at most when I went to college in the Bronx. Now I take it twice a day Monday through Friday, and sometimes on the weekends.

And it ain’t so cute anymore.


First off, the 1 train is ALWAYS crowded, no matter what time of day it is. People walk into the car and just stand by the doors. UM HELLO?!–MOVE IN SO OTHER PEOPLE BESIDES YOU, THE QUEEN OF MOTHEREFFING SHEBA, CAN GET ON! Men sit down before offering their seat to a woman. People blast their music loudly. You’re wearing headphones. WHY do I still hear your music through MY headphones?!

People lean against the pole so that NO ONE ELSE can hold onto it. Men take up two seats because they simply MUST have their legs open at AT LEAST a 120 degree angle. Young women wearing flats sit down in the last available seat even though they see another young woman (ahem, me) wearing heels, completely breaking sisterhood code #73. When getting off the NJ Path train in Hoboken, these Hobokenites don’t have the common sense to WAIT for the people currently ON the train to get OFF of it. They just barrel on in.

Oooooh. My blood boils just thinking about this.

“F*$!ing idiots!” I say in my head, rolling my eyes and clearly expressing irritation.

Not very “peace and love” of me, huh? HA. I know. Continue reading