Eiko says...
It has been a very long week for me and I just wanted to go home. After teaching 7 classes with a bad cough, a runny nose, and a migraine, the only thing on my mind was to rush home, take a shower, and watch an episode of Desperate Housewives over a bite to eat and a glass of chardonnay.
I stretched and twisted my achy feet--which I have been torturing in my new, way-too-high heels--as I glanced around to see if there was any eye-candy in the form of men to rest my eyes on, while I waited for my train. To my left, a nerdy looking group of businessmen were chatting about i-don't-wanna-know-what. To my right, a posh group of ladies in their late 40's were gossiping about this and that. Neither were eye-candy. Highly disappointing.
My train was a few minutes late, and by the time it finally arrived I had scored the platform through, and instead of eye-pleasure I ended up with just an eye-sore! The worst part about it was, I was one of those eye-sores as well. I sighed. This just wasn't cool. I couldn't stop coughing, my nose was out of control, my head was throbbing, and there wasn't anyone pleasant-looking to offer me at least a visual pick-me-up. I climbed into the train with a humph and a sigh.
To make matters a notch or two worse, an announcement is being made about a 人身事故 (they really should just call a spade a spade and say 'suicide') which occured 5:00ish, and that we would be doing some waiting until they've completed the safety check! So that's why my train was late! Brilliant! Fucker!
This morning, on my way to my first English class, the Yamanote Line was late as well, thanks to yet another fuck who probably thought, 'Train, don't wanna live. Jump!!' Geeez!
Patience is one of those virtues--among many others--that I just don't have a lot of. I hate being told to, or made to wait for anything or anybody. I hate tardy people, and I hate myself when I'm tardy too. Being made to wait when I'm sick and really wanting to go home, not to mention hungry, is a VERY bad combination. But I wasn't so worried. According to the announcement, the accident happened more than two hours ago, so I wasn't expecting a long wait. I pulled out the latest issue of Metropolis and got comfortable.
10 minutes went by, and I kept smiling and reading. But as soon as 12 minutes passed, I had had enough!! A searing anger towards the nameless fucker who decided to jump in front of that particular train at this particular time began to build up inside me and I really needed to vent! And vent I did! I pulled out my mobile and began angrily texting Boris about how much I hate suicidal people who lack creativity and/or are too lazy to think out of the box! I've been depressed before and I know how lethargic one's mind becomes when depressed, but seriously! Jumping in front of a train is so cliche and more importantly, it puts hundreds of people7s lives on hold! Can't you suicidal people tie a big stone to your self and jump off a bridge, or hang yourself in your apartment, or gas yourself? (Harakiri is a bit out-dated, to be honest.)
I looked up from my texting and heaved a long sigh. Everybody else seemed a bit restless as well. At this point, 30 minutes went by and we still had no clue as to when our train will start. The train conductor faithfully reminded us that they had no clue either. Great! Fantastic!
I mean, seriously. If you want to end it all, keep it private! I'm not encouraging suicide by any means. But if you're going to do it regardless, than for beans sake DO NOT jump in front of a train! Or any moving vehicle for that matter! It's over done, boring, cliche, annoying, pathetic, loserish, rude, thoughtless, selfish and a hellofalot mrore! Suicide in itself is all of those things already, but the badness is doubled when you make a lot of other people's lives suffer for the already selfish act of taking your own life. I hate you!!
I ended up waiting for 10 minutes at on station and 50 freakin minutes at the next!
I'm finished...
stronger than night
8 years ago
