I was going to write specifically about public transportation commuting woes (or more likes whoas! Air five to myself) but now want to delve into the main problem.
It is not the exertion of constantly walking from stop to station trying to make connections. Or the extraordinary amount of waiting I do if their are delays, strikes or cancellations.
It is commuters who are stressing me out but more specifically women commuters.
Men may altogether ignore my presence - if I don’t exist they do not need to make leg room available, allow me time to pass or give up their seat on crowded transportation (unless it is a designated area for those less able to stand when they will schlep their lazy butts out of the seat).
This is typical male behaviour I have been experiencing since wearing my “Baby On Board” badge.
Females exhibit slightly different behaviour. Women will glare at me, give me an up-and-down look and verbally make their disapproval known. Oh, some do ignore, do not get me wrong but more often my presence becomes a mental burden that they must communicate to the environment we share. Women will also maintain eye contact as they refuse to share leg room, give up their seat on crowded transportation (including designated areas) or allow me enough space to pass. They whack me with their bags/purses as they pass by, crowd me to an uncomfortable intimate proximity and bump into me hard without apology.
This is not to say that all women exhibit these behaviours, that, would be an ignorant and grossly inaccurate statement. The unkind and unnecessary stress inducing commuting incidents I have experienced have all been caused by women. (So far.)
An example: I asked a women to allow me access to the empty seat beside her which turned into being trapped window-side by an irrate individual who yelled at me the entire 30 minutes. That was the first time I feared for this growing life as she also showed me a large and deep scar on her stomach in the midst of her shouting. (We ended up getting off at the same station, she followed be out and I lost her in a crowd of tourists.)
What was she saying? Cannot say. I did as everyone else in that car and ignored her as I increased my headphone’s volume.
Well, this is a bit of a bummer to end on (believe me, I wish my revelation was not so!) but I just hope women reading this will actively decide to be kinder on our sex. Give ourselves a break and exhibit a smidge more kindness.
Or I could mention the pigeon that flew into my face (yes, smack into my nose like an aggressive tickle with a dense balloon covered in feathers) as I was walking to work.
We both pretended it didn’t happen.
Not an instructional blog but the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth - so help me Mom.