It wasn't until I started my commute, that I realized I was without my Ipod. This should have caused me some distress but I was surprisingly mellow about it.
Instead I listened to the sounds of people rustling around me on the bus. The air was blowing forcefully from the bus' vents. It was supposed to be hot air but it felt cold to my skin. Eventually I nodded off to the rhythmic sound of the bus engines. That was new since I was usually keyed up to my music.
In the city I was surprised by the loudness of the traffic. In my breakfast place, people were murmuring. It was nice to hear the world around me.
During lunch break, the snow was falling steadily. It was wet and I felt it making my hair damp. I hunched under my umbrella and zoned out to the world.
I passed a man on the sidewalk. "Fuck me," he whispered.
Immediately I was pulled out of my own thoughts. Then I became paranoid. Was he talking to me? Perhaps he was on the phone. Maybe he was frustrated by a personal dilemma. Whatever the issue he wrestling with, I ignored him, deliberately did not look at him and sped up my stride.
After a block, I relaxed. Then another man growled as he past me.
That was it.
I decided then and there that walking around surrounded by my ipod music cocoon was better than listening to the world around me.
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