Hello and good morning. It’s Thursday, the 4th of May in 2023, and it’s time for my long-standing Thursday blog post. This is still, it seems, my most popular day for blog posts. I’ll credit Shakespeare for that; he tends to make everything better than it would have been otherwise.
I’m sitting at the train station as I write this. I took my time this morning, because I figured I’d do my best to slightly miss the 5:15 train and write this while waiting for the next one. It was a near thing, even though I dilly-dallied about getting ready and tried not to push myself while riding the bike to the train station*. I even took my time securing the bike with the two cables and the U lock.
Nevertheless, as I took the elevator down to the northbound side of the station, the train had only just pulled in, and the train doors only barely closed just before I got off the elevator. This may sound like a bad thing, but it was good. If the doors had remained open, I’m almost sure that I wouldn’t have been able to resist getting on that train, and starting my blog post there.
However, I find the benches at the station much more comfortable for writing than the seats on the train, probably at least partly because of roominess, but also, I suspect, because these benches are metal, not cushioned. You may think cushions would be better, and perhaps for you they would be, but I find that firm seats, hard futons, and all that sort of thing, are much better for my back than are soft, cushiony surfaces. Possibly the latter tend to be a bit unstable for my back, allowing too much shifting, which leads to strain and spasm on my lower back.
This is all hypothetical, but it’s consistent across time. It also makes sense for humans—even pseudo-humans like me—to do better with less-cushioned environments, given that we evolved in a world where there was no “memory foam” or what have you. For countless generations, human ancestors would have “slept rough” and that would have been the situation for which we adapted. I occasionally wonder how many modern discomforts and ailments are at least influenced by mattresses and pillows and cushioned seats and sofas.
It’s curious that it was a chore of sorts to try to come later to the train station. Part of that is simply a matter of my insomnia. It wasn’t too bad last night**, but I still started waking up a bit before three in the morning, having fallen asleep a bit before eleven. Four relatively uninterrupted hours of sleep is actually quite good for me.
I got the battery charger for the scooter battery yesterday, but I haven’t unpacked it. I’d been thinking that I might like to ride it to the movie theater this weekend and see The Guardians of the Galaxy III in theaters, since it introduces Adam Warlock, one of my favorite ever comic book characters*** (both when he’s in hero and in villain mode). Then I thought, I might as well ride the bike, instead; the nearest theater is only about eight miles away, so that’s less than an hour bike read even at my unimpressive pace.
The closer I get to the weekend, though, the less I feel like I want to go. I don’t fancy the prospect of dealing with crowds and whatnot, and Saturday morning, which was my planned time to go, is likely to be crowded, even at the first showing. Also, I think I would just feel lonely, going to the movies by myself. I don’t think I’ve ever done it.
Not that I would feel much less lonely at the house, but there at least it’s appropriate, and I don’t have to deal with the sound and presence of lots of strangers. Though popcorn and a movie theater soda with lots of ice (which I like) seem like they might be particularly nice after a good bike ride. I don’t know.
Speaking of dealing with other people, I’m now on the train, as of the latter part of the previous paragraph, and one thing that worries me about taking a later train than usual is that I fear I may have displaced people at the station from their usual bench site and on the train from their usual seats. I really prefer not to do that to other people, because when I have a routine, including a routine place to sit or what have you, I find it irritating when some interloper takes my usual spot.
That’s not a particularly healthy way to react, I know, and I certainly have no right to claim a spot at the station or on the train as my own. Unfortunately, that doesn’t change the serious stress and even hate I feel when someone is in my usual spot.
Of course, lately my schedule has been wobbling about, as witness the fact that yesterday was different than Tuesday and today is different than yesterday, and Monday I was lying down in the dark with a migraine. So, I have no consistent spot in which to be, and no claim on any regular space.
Nevertheless, because a train had just left when I arrived at the platform, I was able to sit where I used to sit every day, since no one for the next train had arrived yet before me. And the seat I like to use on the first car of this train happened to be open. But I can’t help feeling worried that someone who normally gets this seat at a later station will be miffed, and I suspect at least one person had to adjust his usual location at the train station due to where I was sitting. I suspect this because a man came and was going to sit on the other end of my bench, but he appeared to change his mind and took himself to the next bench down.
I can’t blame him for not wanting to sit next to me; I suspect I give off a sort of feral cat vibe of “don’t get too close to me or I’ll go off on you, teeth and claws and all”.
Anyway, I guess that’s enough for today. I don’t think I’ve said anything of substance; this post has been all noise, no signal. I guess a lot of my life is like that, anyway, and I’m probably far from alone in this. But I do hope you all have a good remainder of the week. I’ll be writing a post tomorrow, barring the unforeseen, but not on Saturday, since I won’t be working then. Please enjoy your time with family and friends. Don’t take them for granted.
*Yes, I rode the bike this morning. So far, there’s only a slight twinge of altered/new pain along my left hip and side. Perhaps my body has been adjusting a bit during my recent down time. Perhaps after two days it will flare up more prominently. We shall see, I suppose.
**I took half a Benadryl at bed time.
***Really. I used to go by the nickname Warlock in high school, and I even signed my homework and paper and stuff that way for a couple of years, including putting a symbol of overlapping pentagrams—one upright and one inverted—inside the “O”. My teachers were okay with it.