AINT THAT BOUT A BITCH!!? Now nothing against the actual people i run into when im riding the iron horse but thats like the worse time to be all buddy buddy with somebody you ran into while yall facebook friends and cant even remember the last convo yall had.
In my mind im all like…
But outside im all like…
Inside im all like:
Mannnn WTF …LEEEMME ME ALONNNEE! IM TRYIN TO ROCK OUT WITH MY COBY 15 SONG MP3 PLAYER IN PEACE!! DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKIN LONG IT TOOK ME TO DECIDE WHAT SONGS TO KEEP OR DELETE JUST SO I COULD PUT COOLIO’S GANGSTAS PARADISE ON!!!???
Outside im like:
Mannn its been a minute, hows everything!!? Wow! what a coincidence, we decided to both share our futile existence on the same shitty F train at 6:30 in the morning! Goin to the last stop in Queens, Great!……
Then theres that silence….you start lookin around for an exit strategy, but you quickly realize you really will have to endure a forced convo….ohh noo, social interaction, cant i just keep this to a 140-character limit?? SMFHH
We both know we dont wanna be bothered with eachother but our poker faces are on Lady Gaga level so to avoid lookin like the dick that brings it up, we just keep playing the game…..and the misery just continues on …
You ask all these mundane questions you really dont give two fucks the answer to. In return they give you the typical same shit different day answers or the dreaded broke nigga variations such as: Same shit different toilet, Trying to keep my head above water. Them dirty feet, struggle qoutes.
Outside im like:
Yoo its been a minute where you been tho, we def gotta link n chill.
Inside im really like:
Look, lets just make this as smooth as possible. We wont be chilling, you know it and i know it.(As i slowly count the number of stops i have left)
What makes these interactions so problematic is the constant updating we do to our facebook pages. Maybe if i actually DIDNT know what the fuck you been doing every hour on the hour , our random bump into eachother would be more of a joyous occasion. You know…actually gain something new from the interaction. But instead all im getting are your facebook status’es you’ve made in the last 72 hours in an extented form. Oh how delightful…( let me jus keep this one ear bud in)
Now i gotta act all surprised and intrested that you gotta mixtape coming out thats gonna do Krayshawn numbers when it drops and yadda fuckin yadda. Or that your going to school for communications.( good luck with that)
Cant be life……
Then we subtlely acknowledge and agree that this encounter is a false flag operation Bush would be proud of:
Yeaa , good seeing you and hit me up on facebook! ( no mention of swappin numbers, you know…like if you REALLY Wanted to link up) Both exiting the train, hoping to never see eachother in a one on one setting again.
HONORABLE MENTION ON ARKWARD TRAIN ENCOUNTERS:
The moment you run into a girl from your past and its the same day you woke up like fuck it, threw on the struggle neck white t and no haircut to match. Out here lookin like cuddy from the wire. Meanwhile she all decked out fresh to death and YOU JUST KNOW her ass passing judgement like look at this bum nigga, blew ya chance to stunt on the bitch and all lat. Now ya ego all bruised and shit just imagining the bullshit she thinking in her head. Now you like, I BETTER FUCKIN SEE THIS BITCH AGAIN…let me get a do over lol.