Your Zone - My Zone

So I don’t use public transport often. Yes still living at home with parents and in the Hills is a bit of a treck from civilisation…so sometimes I’m forced to. I just prefer to drive – eventhough apparently ‘My zone’ is supposed to solve all our public transport issues…but that’s a whole other blog for another day. (Eventhough I’m not going to lie, I don’t really understand how my zone works)

Being a student has forced me to get a little more intouch with the inconvenient and at times awkward method of travel….public transport. I say awkward because I find myself standing on a bus having uncomfortable staring competitions with the freak standing next to me...or being asked very random personal questions by rather interesting people at the train station because I’m in a work uniform.

Have you ever had the person next to you open their oversized newspaper leaving you very little room to move around, forcing you to glue your face near the window because you have a massive piece of paper over your face. Or what about when 50 other people in the carriage can hear the same person's entire playlist and you just wonder how their ear drums are still in tact. Oh dear now I’m starting to sound like my parents.

So I have very little patience for inconsiderate people… but my absolute pet hates are when people speak really loudly on their phone when its quiet, or when they eat or drink really loudly on the train or bus. Ok so I may or may not sound like a bit of a nutter and get annoyed pretty easily. Whatever, I bet you hate it too.

So I was on the train the other day and had a bit of a journey back from the city. Being the fidgety worm that I am, I was going through my handbag and found a nail polish I had left in there a while ago. Without even a second thought, I took out the nailpolish and started painting my bare nails on the train. I honestly didn’t think twice about it, but it only took a couple of minutes before I started getting filthy stares from a couple of people around me. I didn’t realise painting my nails on the train would actually annoy people. Did they not approve of the colour i was using? Was it the smell? Or was it just that i had found something to occupy myself with and they were secretly envious!

I didn’t stop of course…I couldn’t leave half my hand painted and the rest bare. My image was at stake! So I continued painting and could sense a few raised eyebrows around me. I'd like to think of myself to be quite a considerate person and I’d hate to be that annoying person on the train or bus. But there are so many strange yet boring people on public transport that I thought I’d add a bit of colour to their lives. *boom tish*

So basically after that rather awkward experience, i’ve decided that I’m going to be a little more patient with all the irritating strange people on public transport. I guess we just need to learn to be more patient with them because i realised after my experience there is a very fine line with public transport etiquette. To each their own i guess. After all, public transport is Your Zone.