11:52 p.m. - 2007-04-25
stare WEIRD in the face
stare WEIRD in the face
Have you seen WEIRD?
On the train home from work today, the carriage wasn't very crowded, only a few passengers seated here and there, there was a late 30s man with a head of brushy hair sitting opposite me on the bench, he was reading some notes printed on white paper and his right hand was holding a striped yellow and black made-in-china pencil.
he looked up and sucked in his cheeks, puckered his lips and made a pout, at first i thought he was looking at someone else at the station, but then it surmised that he was pouting at his own reflection.
then he realised i was staring at him and he stared back straight at me.
no smile, no expression, from either of us.
i broke off eye contact and glanced elsewhere but then uncontrollably I looked back at him and he was still staring.
i had a faint fear that he might go mad and jump right across at me.
he did nothing. he just stared.
what a freaky fellow i thought to myself.
i looked away again.
A few seconds passed and i test-glanced at him and saw that he had returned to musing over his notes.
phew.
but i felt something nagging me, like a pebble in my shoe, that i had lost the staring match. and then something ridiculousness and absurd about the stare.
i looked at my reflection in the darkened windows of the train, a slouching figure with hair over his forehead, a downturned mouth on an average boy-looking face.
i wonder what he was thinking in his mind.
