Again, this isn’t a thought from the toilet (I don’t have a great track record with using train toilets having exposed myself once to a smart man in a suit because of my incompetence with Virgin train toilet locks). This is a thought from sitting on a train (I’m writing this blog entry still on a train).
The thought is: what are people on trains thinking about? A secondary thought is: why do they look so depressed? Chances are they are going somewhere at least mildly exciting, so why the glum faces? Even if travelling for work, it is likely to be more interesting than just being in the office. When I get to travel for work I feel quite excited. But perhaps that’s just me. However, today is a weekend day so I imagine most of these people are going somewhere interesting, visiting friends, a football match (the football tops and beer cans might give it away), a stag party (for those dressed as pirates) or a shopping trip. So why do they look so miserable? Perhaps their expression isn’t related to their destination at all, maybe they are having profound philosophical debates with themselves to while away the time getting to this exciting place to which they are going. Or maybe they are trying to work out what to have for lunch. So am I mistaking misery for concentration and quiet solitary contemplation?
If only I could hear them, their thoughts might go thus:
‘Hmmm Coventry next stop. I haven’t been there for years. I should go there again. I wish I’d got a coffee at Birmingham. Thirsty now. Oh well. I’m tired. I have an itch. Ahhh that’s better.’
‘I hate this song. I should just forward it. I wonder what is the meaning of life. Hmmm. Ahh this song is better. I do like a bit of One-D.’
‘Agh damn nose. I hate this time of year. Major snots. When did I last have some Piriton? I wonder if she’s replied to my text yet? I’m hungry.’
‘I hope we get the chance to watch Britain’s Got Talent tonight. I can’t miss it. Oh we’re approaching Rugby. Ages to go yet. I hope it doesn’t rain today. My hair will frizz up if it gets wet. I need a wee. I hate using train toilets. They stink. Can I last? I’ll just have to try.’
I often wish I could listen to all the inner dialogues of other people. And if I could hear them, would they be more interesting than mine?