I don't like to write about negative things. My fingers hesitate to immortalize a thought or observation that is buried in anger or frustration but mostly because I've grown more superstitious and my extremely gullible self read "The Secret" and has taken the philosophy spouted in that book and established a core belief in certain aspects with a decisive rigidity.
With that as my disclaimer, I begin.
I have begun to despise my commute. For the first time in my time here in the city of Chicago (since June 2000) I find myself on the dreaded red line, day in and day out, during rush hour. Up until now I had always snickered about the red line train. I was a blue line gal, a bus gal, a brown line gal....the red line stank. It was crowded. Overcrowded with an abundance of despicable Cubs fans. But alas, my job leaves me with no other option.
At first, I thought I was being overly judgy. (yes, that is a word. in my universe, where capital letters don't always belong at the beginning of a sentence, judgy is indeed, a word.) But no, I have seen more racism, obstinancy, ignorance, intolerance and stupidity on this train over every other commute I have ever had. And with 6 jobs and an active social life, I've had a lotta commutes.
Anyhoo. (also a word) I actually have to go meet a friend. So....more on that later??? Yes indeed.
This time, I'm a-walkin'...
