The One with the Thoughts of Frans

I’m in the train. There’s something in my eye. My right eye. I squeeze my eye shut. Open it. Squeeze it shut again. Thank God, no need to walk around with a sucky feeling in my eye, or to endanger it with the bacteria which probably got on my hands after touching stuff in the bus and the train. I smile at that thought.

A guy looks at me, with an uneasy look on his face. He shifts a seat and seems to specifically look away from me. He must have thought that I winked at him, twice, and then smiled, at him. I was looking at his direction when I squinted my eye, I just didn’t see anything.

I enjoy the little pleasures in life. This is certainly one of them. He peeks in my direction again just while I’m enjoying this and I smile at that thought. I think he caught the smile. He seems to have hidden behind a seat now.

The train arrives at a station. I was studying the landscape passing by, but when the train isn’t moving, that’s not very interesting. My attentions swifts towards the people leaving the train. I see that guy, standing up from his seat. He seems to start walking in my direction, to leave the train.

I wink at him, once, and smile. He flees the train in the opposite direction. I grab pen and paper out of my bag and write down what just happened, while listening to Stockholm Syndrome by Muse. Hysteria just begins to play while I write down these last sentences. Typing would have been so much faster.

I skip back a few tracks. Stockholm Syndrome. I love that song. More volume. More bass. Now the only thing missing is wireless internet in the train.