A Few Things (of Many) I Don’t Understand
I don’t understand why people lug three huge suitcases on a week-long trip.
I don’t understand why an attractive 18-year-old girl carries a teddy bear under her arm when she travels … even into the dining car.
I don’t understand why a mother would get off the train in Shelby, Montana, and not realize her two kids were still aboard.
I don’t understand why an impeccably-dressed, movie-star-handsome young man would be sporting a ring in his lip and a Mohawk haircut.
I don’t understand why a 50ish woman, short and seriously overweight, would have purple hair.
I don’t understand why graffiti “artists” do large, multi-colored and elaborate lettering that can’t be deciphered.
I don’t understand why girls don’t realize that big tattoos call attention to bad legs and distract attention from good legs.
And, finally, I don’t understand why people traveling by train aren’t constantly fascinated simply by observing their fellow passengers.
An alternate view.
3 Suitcase People: Probably puts more importance on the things outside rather than the things inside.
18 Year Old Teddy Bear Huggers: The average lifespan has doubled in the past 100 years, doesn’t it make sense that the age groups should also expand as well? Perhaps an 18 year old still feels like a child, much like a 40 year old may still be coping with adulthood in this millennium.
Forgetful Mothers: Nothing new, my Mom has been confusing my name with my 3 brothers for as long as I can remember. For some people, raising children is a stress filled life, sometimes the mind draws blanks under extreme mental conditions.
Mr. Trendy Underground: Who’s to say that lip rings and mohawks aren’t the new “it”? Perhaps Hollywood will ride a “punk” train in the future and milk it for all it’s worth. Beauty is in the eye of the beheaded.
Ms. Over-The-Hill: Any gender, of any age, will shine brightly with a multitude of colors to draw attention. So she’s looking for some energy to feed of off, whatever keeps your boat afloat, I say.
“Artists”: You splatter a few globs of paint on a canvas with a cannon, find the right niche market, and suddenly you’re a paid professional. Jim Davis is an artist, and all he does is draw a fat orange cat who hates Mondays.
Leggy Billboards: Good legs are still good legs with ink soaked throughout. The leg will always stay the same, but the tattoo that adorns it, well the end result is infinite, anything you want. We all need to create uniqueness in order to stay the same.
Travelers: They are still fascinated, they’re just too numb to show it or even notice anymore. If it was different, if they all applied a high level of awareness, we’d all be writers.
three huge suitcases = inability to plan and execute.
attractive 18-year-old girl carries a teddy bear = 18 is the new 12.
a mother would get off the train in Shelby, Montana, and not realize her two kids were still aboard = that’s scary… antidepressants, perhaps?
handsome young man would be sporting a ring in his lip and a Mohawk haircut = some girl told him it looked hot.
50ish woman, short and seriously overweight, would have purple hair = TMI, Jim. Eewww…
graffiti “artists” do large, multi-colored and elaborate lettering that can’t be deciphered = modern art, I guess. Plus the failure of the schools.
big tattoos call attention to bad legs and distract attention from good legs = I don’t get it either.
And, finally, I don’t understand why people traveling by train aren’t constantly fascinated simply by observing their fellow passengers = Spot on. That’s half the fun.