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Thursday, March 22, 2012 @ 10:09 AM
The Lone Traveler
Yes, I am but indeed a lone traveler.
This was the realization that suddenly popped in my head while I was traveling through my normal route going home which is from the outskirts of Elbi to the suburbs of dear 'ole Antipolo.
I was just minding my own business as usual, whiling away my time listening through my iPod during the oh-so-conducive-to-sleeping long bus ride, and as I transfer to the train.
I'm quite used to traveling alone so everything felt normal...
Or so I thought.
By some twist of fate, the moment I alighted from my train stop; dozens of couples and I mean dozens suddenly appeared from nowhere, all doing the HHWW or "Holding Hands While Walking." I don't really have an issue with them doing that but what actually pissed me off (to the point that I almost hurled a sling bag in anger) was these couples were walking a bit too slow, well more like really sloooow that I can't help but compare them to "walkers" (or zombies for the non-Walking Dead fan) slowly trudging and blocking my path.
I was in a rush, as in hell bent on doing a mad dash so that I can catch the remaining fx taxis bound for home and this one helluva "mini-lovers' lane parade" was absolutely slowing my pace.
Despite the chaos, I was fortunate enough to catch a ride though in a very cramp one but at least, I got home.
And from that recent experience, I vow to myself that I will NEVER block paths once I get "coupled up" in the very distant future...
But then again, would I even be able to find someone to hold hands with in the first place?!?
Tough luck. HAHA.