There are a few things that I truly love and one of them is traveling. I love traveling. I absolutely love it. I love getting on trains and buses and airplanes and going somewhere, anywhere; it doesn’t much matter where I am going, I love going there. The time I took a bus to Worcester (ok, that trip sort of sucked, however it was still) was as exciting as the time I took an airplane to London. Traveling is such a bizarre and wonderful reminder of how diverse and interesting people are.
Sure, humans are assholes. I just read an article about how humans’ production of chemical pesticides are leading to the decline of the honeybee which is leading to the decline of the pollination of certain (many) plants that humans and other animals eat on a regular basis (and make money by producing) — we’re masochistic twerps. But we’re infinitely interesting.
I was sitting in Dewey Square in the heart of Boston’s Financial District, where a Farmer’s Market sets up on Thursdays. There I saw a variety (not a wide variety, but still) of people. There were people who, like me, were coming from or going to South Station and other destinations, there were young and old professionals, white collar and working class, babies with their moms and nannies, dogs and children, and, my personal favorites, dirty, pierced, dreadlocked hippie musicians (hot) just trying to get to New Hampshire playing for tips next to the hipster with the skinny tie hawking caffeine from his Coffee Trike (The Coffee Trike, that’s right, and I’m on my way to Portland – don’t get me wrong, it’s equally hot, for oddly not that different reasons). People never cease to amaze me (and bore me, but that’s a different topic). And that’s why I love places like city parks and train stations and airplanes: it’s a great way to watch people in a vacuum. They can’t escape your observation, and, let’s be honest, your scrutiny. And, as mysterious as people try to be, they are never more so themselves as when they are in transit.
This morning I took a commuter train into Boston full of professionals on their way to their places of business and a handful of other travelers with further destinations. Next I am going to take a bus to the airport where nearly everyone is departing the city for places not here. That will be interesting and exciting to see what people choose to do while they await their next destination.
(And I now sound like I’ve been watching a little too much “Dead Like Me” — except I get to go too.)