Welcome back my friends. As you’re getting settled again, for the second article in a row I’m writing from a train, going to a grad school, this time it’s the University of Pennsylvania and Ohio State back to back. I’m enjoying the scenery of industrial Pennsylvania, one coal field at a time.
And at times, that’s all I want to do. Just enjoy the scenery. But there are so many people. I decided for some reason (I blame it on having to board the train at 7:20 in the morning) to sit with in a four person area, meaning the two seats in my row face the people in front of me, which ultimately means instead of one person I now have to contend with three people, sitting no more than three feet away from me. Believe me when I say it doesn’t do much for the intimacy thing.
So right now, at two in the afternoon on Monday, I have three people around me: NYU journalism girl, Miami man, and Richmond. NYU journalism girl’s name is Amanda, but that’s the best I can remember.
Right now, if I were not writing this article about what I’m writing about, I’m fairly sure I’d love my headphones in, and draw into myself. There’s something much more secure and less vulnerable in putting my headphones in and being by myself. And that seems to be more and more what our culture wants from us, isn’t it? We should be more secure. We should be less vulnerable. The more we’re able to close up into ourselves, the better we are.
I see us doing that all the time at Gannon. Last week, when I was sitting on AJ’s Way as part of Box City, more people than I can remember navigated their way through the walkway via their iPods. It was as though they were ghosts, floating through the boxes as if they didn’t exist.
I find myself more frustrated by this day by day. And the reason why is seated around me. In the half hour I’ve been pecking away at this article, I’ve shared moments that I couldn’t have shared alone. I made eye contact with Amanda as Miami man asked Richmond man about his guitar, and if he had calluses on his hands. Miami man also glues his CDs together, making two-sided CDs in his player. Amanda went to Seton Hill and finds the transition to NYU difficult at times. Richmond wants to see his favorite band, Disco Biscuits, in Philadelphia but doesn’t have a car. It broke down in Maryland, and now he’s on the train.
I only have fifty minutes with these people, but I shared something with them. I lived life together with them and feel I’ve made 3 new friends, even if they are only single-serving friends.
You, my friends, have four years here, and yet many of you find it more worth your time to engage with pieces of silicon and aluminum than even so much as comment regarding the weather to the people you are paying to live with.
Try, as we approach Christmas, to talk to someone new. Take out your earbuds. There’s a world that is waiting for your ears. One that is more satisfying and real than the latest Radiohead album, and one that will mean more to you that the status your Nano brings.
And I promise that your iPod will be there. What I can’t promise is whether the people you choose to pass by will be.