Life is So Strange

Life at times is a rather ironic experience. It is a incredible combination of events, and I guess it depends by us to make them beautiful or sad.

I was waiting at Wellesley Subway station, with no trains in sight.

"We're experiencing slight delays at Dupont station, on the Yonge line" kept repeating a voice over the subway's P.A. systems. "The delays" the voice explained "are caused by electrical problems".

I've heard the "electrical problem" excuse a million times now. I used to think at one time, that seriously, the trains kept on blowing fuses or something. That was until one day, at Coxwell station, a woman decided she was tired with life and jumped in front of the train, on the same platform I was standing on. As the police asked me what happened, I heard the voice over the P.A. announce that Coxwell station was experiencing "electrical problems". People jumping in front of trains don't even make the news anymore. In fact, in about 30 minutes from the accident, service had already been restored.

I found myself cursing whoever was responsible for the delay at Dupont station, but then decided to go quiet, if indeed it was someone who had decided to become permament part of the railtracks. I was just going home, what were a few minutes more going to do to me anyway? I'll never understand this sudden urge to get my destination that I always get once I am waiting for the subway.

The voice over the P.A. announced that the problems at Dupont station had been cleared up and that service had been restored. Not long after that, a train arrived. I got off at Yonge station, where the North-South-North line crosses the East-Westbound line, and walked down to the platform facing Eastbound. Ironically a train arrived right away. I sit down, look out of the window, and I see Davinder, my platonic friend. She was standing on the Westbound platform, talking to her sisters and a couple of friends. I got up and as I was about to dask out of the car, the doors closed, causing me to slam rather violently against them. Everyone looked at me as if I was some sort of a freak as I cursed at the door. In that moment a train arrived on the other track and she climbed aboard.

I sat down, beat, trying to figure out the meaning of all that.