Just because I’m 17 years old and look like I could be one of those dumb, ditsy high school girls doesn’t mean I deserve one of your degrading looks. You don’t know me so please give me the respect I deserve. Don’t doubt my abilities and don’t look at me skeptically bitch you’re going down.

I sit there for 45 minutes toward a known destination, yet I’m lost. A sea of strangers around me, and all I can do is wonder. The thoughts never end. Where. What. Why. How. When. No foundation whatsoever. Please, to the middle aged asian man sitting in the single seat, what is your name, what brought you on the train today? Tell me how your daughter cried at her birthday party every year until she was 10. Show me that there are 7 billion lives out there just as endlessly complex as everyone else’s. To the young, trendy blonde girl with the orange flats, talk to me about yourself. Tell me how you curl the bottom of your q’s. Tell me about your little brother and make me fall in love with him. Tell me why he threw away his dinosaur stuffed animal when he was only 2 years old. Tell me where he got his soccer trophies, and if the sun shined that day or poured endlessly. Give me something. Help end the infinite wonderings in my mind. That ring on your finger, who gave it to you and why did you choose to wear it today? Why the brown shirt and not the purple one which was more conveniently located in your closet? When did your husband first tell you he loved you? Captivate me with the story of your first kiss and how you felt when you first looked into the eyes of your newly born child. I can’t stand the lack of knowledge. Give me something, because I know it is important. Everyone is important and everyone has a story. Give me a hint. Please.