on a homebound train yesterday, amidst the handphone fiddlers, sleeping beauties and newspaper readers, i saw a lady reading a book titled "92 ways to talk to people". i was stunned, and for a minute or so, observers must have thought i was mesmerised by her intense beauty. she was not grotesquely ugly, nor did she look like a sufferer of some strain of highly infectious virus. so why does she need to learn how to talk to fellow human beings? quite timely, her phone rang and i shamlessly put bon jovi on pause to evasdrop on her conversation. after hearing her say "i filed it together with the HR documents" and "no problem bye bye", i concluded that she did not suffer from speech impediment. which brings me back to my question: if she isn't shunned by the human race, and has no problem exercising her vocal chords, why does she need to LEARN how to talk to people??

it goes to show how isolated our lives are from one another, and how uncomfortable we are with each other's existance. like actors memorising their scripts, we dutifully recite our stage lines to one another, until we can retreat back into the haven of our homes.

which is quite a tragedy, if you think about it.

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7:24 PM