some moments are worth going back to:
So I get on the train and there's like, no space to sit except this one really cramped, kinda sempit space between two people that is right in front of me. I'm not a big 'physical contact' person, but it was spacey enough for one more person, and I felt maybe those two people would feel insulted if I didn't sit there. So I did. While walking towards and taking my seat I noticed that the person sitting next to me on my left was a kinda well-built, ok dressed guy. The only thing I can't tell you is whether his face is burning down the house or not. Unlike your body, your face is to personal a thing to look at up close. So yea, it's like cramped, and I'm like, squished and where this is usually uncomfortable, all I could think about were his legs touching mine and his arm touching mine. So I take out my Murakami book and lean forwards so there's more space. I was trying my darndest to read my book, but his physical being was very distractingly like, up in ma business. Then the girl to my right gets off about 4 stations before I hit home. I, for some reason or other, did not like, move. Sempit as it was. So we rode on, I seemingly intent on reading my book, him, crossing and recrossing his hairy legs, the train, pushing us into and away from each other. I bet he thought I was an inconsiderate freak of nature, not wanting to like, give the man some space, but I couldn't move! Ok, I didn't want to move. I liked sitting there, really next to him, really thisclose to him. It was like, spooning, but like not, with a complete stranger whose face I hadn't even seen. I was dissapointed in how quickly my stop came about, and I hoped against hope maybe he'd get off too. He didn't. Walking out, I didn't even have the courage to look at his face.
Dear Lord up in Heaven; hallowed be thy name: am I that starved for physical affection that I'm misreading this whole thing for some sweet moment between 2 strangers on a train when really it's just ...inconsiderate space hogging?