As some of you know through experience, the worst seats on the subway are the ones next to the door. You know, the one with the bar shielding you from the flock of people entering or exiting the train. The bar that people, annoying people, like to lean on. I usually try to avoid this seat, but for some really crazy reason, I chose this seat on the subway this morning, although there were plenty others to choose from. I thoughtI'd be adventurous and give it another try. Big mistake. I immediately regretted my decision when what I assume was a teenager (I refuse to look up and make eye contact with people sitting or standing next to me on the subway) leaned against the bar with his elbows out so that I had the pleasure of one right next to my head. It was uncomfortably too close for my liking and I kept waiting to get elbowed in the head and have to cause a great big scene when I cried out in exaggerated pain. So, to avoid this situation, I kept playing with my hair, hoping my movement would deter him, but it did not. Finally, I put rested my arm on the bar so that he would have to move. It worked! But then my arm got tired and I moved it, and the annoying teenager moved back into position. I was relieved when he got off the subway, but that was short-lived when another guy took his place. And this guy had a backpack. These are the worst kinds of people because they treat their backpacks as if they are parts of their body - like a hump on their back that has every right to be there invading your personal space. Had it been later in the day when I was more awake and alert, I probably would have taken out my keys and started poking Backpack boy, but I controlled myself and kept quite. Kudos to me.

. . . those people stuck in the middle seats on subways who don't move over once one of the people next to them has gotten up. I know that sometimes it's a waste because if the train is packed, there is a damn good chance that two people will be engaged in a brawl fighting for that seat before it's previous owner is even off the subway car. But sometimes the car is pretty empty and you can move over knowing that no one else needs a seat. I was faced with one such situation on my way home this evening. This sorta-old woman, who was getting on my nerves to begin with because she was sitting with her elbows out and invading my personal space, sitting in the middle seat next to me refused to move over when the person on her other side got up. And what's worse is that the seats across from us were completely empty. She had plenty of places to go. Now, I know you're thinking, "Why the hell didn't you get up you lazy shi*t?" Well, I'll tell you why. Because I WAS THERE FIRST. I wasn't going to budge based on principle. And because I wasn't really that bothered by the woman. I was just confused as to why she wouldn't move. Anyway, don't get distracted. That is not the point of this post. The point is that she should have moved! Maybe she had a crush on me and was enjoying being so close to me while working up the courage to ask me for my number. Or maybe she was just oblivious. Probably the latter.

Song of the moment: "After Tonight" by Justin Nozuka. Love love love this song. So good. If you haven't heard it yet, check it out!