Late night thoughts (what 90% of my blog consists of)-- also hot people on trains.

My body is hurting although I did not do much other than get on a lot of trains today.

Which brings me to my next topic: hot people on trains. Bear with me, by 'hot' people I do not mean people who are exceeding the average human temperature as this would be a different matter entirely. Also, I feel weird using the adjective to informally describe someone as aesthetically pleasing. But I feel like I've gone far enough with this that I cannot be bothered to back out of my use of the word 'hot', nor do I feel like going back and replacing it with another word because that would just leave me with the first two sentences of this post.

Anyways. Back on topic: Hot  (or aesthetically pleasing) people on trains.

There are so many people on the train. But no one speaks to each other unless they actually know them. I personally do this because it's what everyone else does and I feel like it's some sort of secret unspoken rule. And there are so many hot (aesthetically pleasing) people on trains, but they are all so busy, rushing and/or late for something like everyone else. Which makes the train a difficult area to pursue anyone. The next time you get on a train, observe how guarded everyone is being preoccupied with reading their newspapers and books... avoid eye contact with the person looking entranced with a copy of '50 Shades of Grey'...


I just read back the entire thing and realised it sounds like I was out hunting for hot (aesthetically pleasing) people.

By the way, I was not out on trains hunting for hot (aesthetically pleasing) people...

Pre-Valentines Day Post.

I feel like in terms of the whole 'Valentines Day' topic there are predetermined (I realise I used this word on my previous post... I am very fond of it) responses:

1) I hate it- where I would talk about how this day is pointless and superficial because why would we only treat the person we are romantically involved with 'more special'? Rubbish.

2) I love it- It's a great day— nay, the greatest day.

3) Neutral. - I'm not bothered enough to discuss it.

But it is a thing that is celebrated around the world so avoiding the topic in general would be too tough. So here are some facts you could give people if they ever start a discussion about Valentines day:

- The term 'my/your Valentine' was based on a love letter that Bishop Valentine wrote to the jailor's daughter (while he was jailed) signed "from your Valentine".

- During the reign of Claudius II, 270 A.D he didn't want men to marry during wartime as he believed single men made better soldiers. However, Saint Valentine went against his wishes and performed secret wedding ceremonies.

-Valentine was jailed and executed from the order of the Emperor in February 14.

(source)

Have a happy Valentines day.

(tomorrow.)

(unless you're reading this during Valentines day, then, you know, happy Valentines day today.)

To the lady in Starbucks, who was very sad.

Dear lady in Starbucks who was very sad,

I apologise as I couldn't help but notice the sadness in your face.
Dramatically put, when I opened the door to the fine coffee establishment I caught a wave of sadness being emitted from your side of the room.
Perhaps you were just cold from outside, which resulted in the redness of your nose.

But isn't it kind of weird that it's generally socially unacceptable to approach other people who seem distressed?
 Maybe it's mostly in my mind, like, I had a predetermined assumption that we shouldn't approach random people because we will be shunned.
Still, I felt a sense of unease that people don't seem to notice that you were sitting there by yourself being sad.

  I also know that the chance of you ever reading this specific post and realising it is about you is very, very, very small.
But if you are another individual who feels sad like the lady in Starbucks I hope you feel better.

(also, sorry for staring creepily at you)

(I'm not creepy I swear)