No reason

Here I am sitting in my usual train. My seat has been ‘stolen’ by a non-frequent commuter of my daily train. Seats are silently chosen and respected by fellow commuters by the unwritten law of miserability. 

There is something comforting about the fact that you end up seating every morning on the same seat rain or not rain. It is just a seat, it is just a carriage, and the journey will take the same time. But after all this time, that actually for me hasn’t been so long, it becomes somehow as your secondary house for a long half an hour.

Actually, last night I saw an episode of my beloved tube-related TV, highly patronising in favour of the underground staff, where a gentleman decided to put all his geeky-ness to work and started registering the optimum position on the tube carriage to arrive at the correct door to shorten commuting time at each and every single station from the underground network. Obviously, such a big effort idea needed to be put to good use, and decided to create an iPhone app for the whole London to embrace his OCDs. In my opinion, a brilliant idea, although I would never go that far.

For a number of reasons, extensive commuting time is not something that I had experience before living in this city. Very lucky probably, but I would say, an correct me if I am wrong, it is quite particular for this city, probably due to the enormous number of inhabitants and extension, that workers spend vast amounts of time commuting to work.I put myself as an example. I happened to be hired in a job that I really enjoy, with a wonderful team that takes a lot of care of me. Downside, it is almost 70 kms away from my current residency. For where I come from, covering this distance daily is considered quite rare, and most people would think I am absolutely bonkers. The solution for this two-hours commuting time each way would be easily be shortened by moving close to work, reducing expenses greatly, giving me a lot more time to sleep, the air would be ten times cleaner and my house, not just my room, would be ten times bigger.

But I keep telling to every person that I meet for the first time. I have a non-rational love for London. I cannot really explain what has provided me with this obsession, and most probably is my so-called adaptability to ‘hostile’ situations, but I need to stay here.That’s why I keep commuting for two hours each way.

That’s why I need my beloved seat.Although not today. Today I decided to seat in a table seat.

It’s actually more comfortable.You have to be more adventurous every now and then. Don’t you?

Prologue

Here I am. Back again. Probably the fourth time. I stopped counting my attempts long time ago. 

Fourth prologue that I write. I will say I am a specialist on prologues. Will write that on my business cards. 

Back again to the amazing world of public (and certainly voluntary) humilliation,  where words come automatically without control as are typed by my finger but brain is not proofreading the content, the meaning, the context or the implications. 

But hey, I can always blame it on the English language improvement phase that I am forcing myself lately. Yes. I am currently being educated by undisclosed sources, non-necessarily politically correct but useful phrases from this universal language. 

I always found writing as my guilty secret. Although it is a well-known asset admired and seconded by my dearest progenitors, it is also well known by my friends that I am a geek, I pursue science and logic, but get myself lost in the literature every now and then. 

Finally, after having found a place where I can exercise my mind putting in practice what I learnt after years of university and different experience, I keep finding the need to record my, probably redundant thoughts for somebody outside to read. Or probably to keep it for the future, read it back in 20 years, and start laughing at my very basic use of the language, probably poor grammar and the naivety that I carry with me at all times. 

As all my previous attempts, this has no target reader, no purpose, and not logic connecting thread, but I hope that’s the beauty about it. 

Take it or leave it, folks. 

I am already embarrassed. 

I won’t read it back.

Probably.