(I haven't written the first part of this post - it's still a draft.)
Now that I have it, I like it. I'm in my own little world, where it doesn't really matter if everyone I pass looks away - now I can assume that they'd be polite if only I didn't have the earbuds shutting them out. And, unlike every other earbudded robot model walking around, I can still make eye contact and smile. I'm challenging social norms!
Seriously, my mood was looking bad this morning. Two trains had come by in the middle of the night (4:40 and about 6). And while they normally don't wake me up, both of these trains were going very slowly and honking their horns in short little bursts about every 10 feet. What the fuck, train. Way to not run over anyone and wake up every damn person in the town.
That, and I didn't have time (well, I thought) to get to the grocery store to buy the mozarella before work, and it was damn cold, and the dog wouldn't leave me the hell alone so that everywhere I stepped, there he was, howling with indignation and begging for something he's not going to get. I don't even know what, but I can tell you he's not getting it.
So, when at the bus stop at a time that would mean I could probably make it to work on time and in kind of an early-morning foul mood, "Heavy Metal Drummer" was the first song to play, with its nostagia and hope, and the pink sunrise and purple smears of clouds in the sky, and the crisp air and the new warm clothes, I felt better.
