Feb 12
Seriously, man, what is your problem?
This isn’t a rant, because it doesn’t piss me off. It’s just something about human beings which boggles my mind.
I had a great day out today. It was my friend’s birthday and we met for lunch, in the suburb I most consider “home” which I don’t see enough of these days. It was sunny. Caspar didn’t sleep all day but behaved like the angel he is because he was out and everything was interesting. I’m proud that he only says one word, and that he said it to the waiter who brought him his babycino.
“Taa.”
So we walk to the train station to go back to the suburb we actually live in. It’s sardine peak hour and I have a pram. I check one door then the next and think there’s no way I’ll be squeezing in, even though I know the next train will be just the same. Then I see a young man waving at me from the next carriage. He very politely rearranges the people inside and squeezes me in, and then goes to another carriage to find space for himself. Phenomenal. I love him.
And, obviously, he’s not the man I have a problem with.
So there’s this man in a suit standing next to me. I’m jammed up against the door, the handle pressing into my spine, only able to reach Cas by stretching over the top of the stroller. And that’s fine. Because despite his exhaustion and slight crankiness, Caspar is a beautifully behaved child and he doesn’t cry and screech about being strapped in with no one to talk to.
So the people thin out and the man goes and takes a seat. Now that I have room, I squat beside the pram, silently playing peek-a-boo because I am considerate of the passengers and there is only so much you can expect, even from an angel, when the train journey is an hour long.
And this tosser sits there in his navy blue uniform like the stuffed shirt he is, giving me dirty looks and sneering, and whispering to the person sitting across from him.
WTF? So I’m running through my head what on earth he thinks he can disrespect me for. What? I made sure Cas didn’t bother anyone. I was a smiling and happy, attentive mother. Caspar didn’t have a pooey nappy. Does he think that parents and children don’t have a right to go where they want whenever they want? Be on public transport when “working people” are? Did he not like the fact that I was wearing a low cut top? What?
Like I said, not a rant. I’ll never have any idea what his issue is. But what makes the human mind think however he was thinking? What judgements did he make, based on standing next to me, silently, as commuters do, for half an hour? What the fuck does he think he knows?
I just don’t get people.
February 12th, 2008 at 7:44 am
Don’t be angry; feel sorry for him. People like that have no joy at all, I’ve found. They’re sad, so they try to make others sad too
February 12th, 2008 at 9:33 am
people, as a collective, are stupid, and a lot of the stupider ones are also asshats and this guy is a prime example. What a sad sorry little life he must lead to have nothing better to do than to try whisper shite about a mother with her young child.
February 12th, 2008 at 4:54 pm
Ugh, some people seem to want to be unhappy. Don’t let people like that ruin a pleasant afternoon with the little one!
February 12th, 2008 at 6:24 pm
Yeah, I’m not angry. To be honest though, this kind of behaviour leads to some private sneering on my part. Note the “private”. Someone would have to be doing something pretty disgusting for me to be so publicly nasty and judgemental with so little information. And I agree with you all. It’s sad. But still, it baffles my mind.
However, I had a fabulous day!
February 12th, 2008 at 11:50 pm
Sigh. Glad you had a good day out. Pity about the sad loser…
February 13th, 2008 at 1:24 am
I’ve got a quirky sense of humor. I’d have stuck my tongue out at him or something!
February 13th, 2008 at 3:20 am
People suck. That’s all there is to it.