In Ya Face

When riding public transportation, I tend to go elsewhere mentally. Especially when it's the morning and it's a very familiar route. Usually there are headphones on, and a lot of staring at the seat in front of me or half-reading a daily paper that's been discarded on the floor. Something that can readily break me out of this haze is being bopped on the nose by a dude.

He didn't mean it, he kind of fell into me, but he bopped me right on the nose. He was just some normal guy in a North Face jacket, totally non-threatening, a little lost looking, bop. We kind of looked at each other after it happened, he to apologize, I to assess this person who just randomly touched my face.

The true weirdness of the experience made me realize that it's very very seldom that someone touches another person's face. I mean, it's really limited to a mom or a boyfriend, in my experience. Face touching is weirdly intimate. I keep using the word "weird" in this post because it best describes the unexpected situation.

Made me think about boundaries, routine, barriers, collective numbness...meh, it's Friday.