Event 7

I stared at the people milled about the train stations platform as a chilled gust of wind bit into my bones. Wearing jeans and a T-Shirt with my black bag slung on my back i waited in the cool 7.20 morning breeze. I find I like to observe people in my hour trip into Uni, from the train station to the final stop at Britomart. Were interesting species as we find we have to identify ourselves as different and unique. Although some still try to conform to society and blend in with the crowd. As the train pulled up, metal on metal screeched as the train slowed to a halt. Hisses erupted as multiple doors opened along the hull of this multi carriage machine. As the small crowd surged forward into these metal tubes hoping to gain a seat to themselves and avoid interaction with others. I sat down on the brightly coloured chairs and pulled out my phone, plugging in my ear phones and slotting them in my ears tuned into the rock, my favorite radio station. As a drone of noise entered my skull i looked up from the luminosity of my phone screen and had a gaze at the occupants on the train. Most of them were spread out choosing to sit apart from one another, I cant say much as it would be hypocritical of me but its interesting how such a social race will choose seclusion in an almost forced upon interactive event. Eventually strangers would sit next to strangers but it would be prolonged as long as possible. A women sitting opposite me in long black pants, white top with a black overcoat and hair neatly in a bun stared intently into an open book completely lost to her surroundings. One way to past the time and remove yourself from engaging. Already i was stereotyping her based on appearance alone. It's inevitable that we judge people based on appearance. Study's show that we will base 80% of our opinion on someone within the first 3 seconds of meeting them. As I scanned the carriage from seat to seat examining passengers between glass and metal creating my own opinion and analyzing details. As the train stopped at station after station more people milled on and my observing continued. Your senses are bombarded on a train if you open yourself to it, the constant clunk of the train on the tracks, the soft buzz of music filtered from an ipod speaker, the sniff and cough of winters cold, the smell of women's perfume as it wafts through the air or the array of colours and contrasts that bombard your optics. In no time the trip is over and I'm walking out of the train with a wave of people, just another person in the world we live in.