AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARG!!
Okay, apologies, it's rant time.
Let me just say that most of the time, London is a very nice place to live. And the people are nice. But for some reason, during both morning and evening rush hour, all the douchebags come out and stalk you all the way to work.
First case in point. If the train on the platform is 100% full, and there's another one coming in 1 minute, DON'T (expletive deleted) GET ON!
The amount of times that people have tried to get on when the people already on the train are packed like sardines...it's just not common (expletive deleted) sense. WAIT, DAMMIT. And don't get pissed off when the train leaves! Especially when you and all your bags and suitcases want to fit in a space that a small child would have trouble breathing. If you're already late, one (expletive deleted) minute won't make a (expletive deleted) difference!
Next: PDA. Okay, I usually don't have a problem with this. Given the amount of emotionally stunted couples I know, I think it's quite sweet if people hold hands and kiss in public. BUT NOT AT 7AM ON THE (expletive deleted) CENTRAL LINE! My goodness, it's the most busy line. It's hardly ever empty at any time during the day. So I'm trying to get to work, and this couple are standing (read: squished!) right next to me. I generally like my personal space, but you can't be picky on the central line. Anyhoo, this couple, who is standing in such close proximity to me (proximity I would only allow a doctor or Ikuta Toma) and they start snogging. WHAT THE HELL!?
People are all around you. We were so squished, I had no idea where my feet were! It's not even just a peck, it's full on like they were both gonna die in the next second. Dude, keep it in your pants til you get off the (expletive deleted) train! I DON'T NEED TO SEE THAT!
Now, I couldn't see myself, but I'm pretty sure I was sporting Yakuza angry face.
Also: common courtesy. Yes, I realise that gone are the days of social morality but damn it, give a seat up! Men who are in their 20s and 30s rushing to seats like the damn things gonna blast off into space, leaving old people and pregnant women standing. Not cool. I'm young and relatively healthy, I'm okay to stand and I often do. But seriously, if you can run that fast to the seat, I'm pretty sure you aren't in desperate need of it. And don't (expletive deleted) smirk like you just won at life. You fail, extremely. WHERE DID YOU GROW UP?!
Oho, but the women can be just as bad. I'm pretty sure I've ranted before about the uselessness of stilleto heels on the commute to work. Taking the tube, even if your destination is right across the street from the station, walking inside the station takes a good ten minutes in the city. (I weep, regularly for my aching feet). I wear flat shoes and I'm dying, I can't imagine how these women walk. But, I digress. For some reason, they seem to think that because I'm not old, frail or particuarly violent looking, that they can push me and bump into me and I won't say anything. I don't say anything cos I know better than to cause a scene for such a little thing. But seriously, I'm not standing in the way, you could ask me to move. Not just shove me. Cos everybody cracks sometimes, and I'm pretty strong. I'm just saying.
And if I get to the door before, it's not cos I was racing you or because I'm a (expletive deleted). It's because I'm actually wearing shoes that can't take someone's eye out. They're so (expletive deleted) mean in the morning!
Sigh. Okay, I feel better now.
But seriously, starting tomorrow, courtesy's out the window. And the next person that shoves me for no reason is getting a Makio Staredown™.
Sorry for all the gifs, but there were many emoticons for what I was feeling!