There are several people that I, throughout my past several months here, have chanced upon. Interesting people that spark my interest. Just people that I notice as I'm riding the bus, travelling by foot, and riding the street car.
I see little glimpses of their lives each time I see them. Each time tells me a little bit more about them.
Three months ago I was riding home after school on the bus. I sat toward the front, the rear seats were full. Exactly across the aisle, with a female companion, was a woman. She was crying, it was faint and dampered and repressed, but quite apparant. I heard her say a few words like "my god, "bastard," and "pig." She dressed semi-casual. Office environment work clothes, I concluded, since the bus was full of business men (and woman), heading home after work from one of their nine to five jobs.
I've since seen her many times on this same bus. I have never seen her crying since that first time. I saw her once downtown, all decked out in punk attire, or maybe some riot grrl attire, whatever you want to call. Chains, fishnet stockings, cindi lauper hair, leather jacket.
This was a little strange, considering every single time I had seen her she was very conservative. That anti-trend, really.
