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You Are A Product Of Your Environment

“You are a product of your environment”


Today, I am “those people”


Driving to the lot, I listen to the radio to hear the weather(gives me a heads up on whether or not I could avoid carrying one more thing during my commute).

The bad news immediately fills my ears before I get on 95…”Accident causing major delays”.

My flesh cringes with anger as to why it had to take place when I had to go to work!


The train...Oh train people...why must you…

Stand on the left side of the escalator while EVERYONE knows you KEEP IT MOVING on the left, stand on the RIGHT!

Occasionally, I close my eyes to keep me from having to stand up for the elderly, pregnant women and/or disabled individuals.

Or do I close my eyes to avoid eye contact?

Everyone knows eye contact sparks up a conversation.

Either way, I’m not having it.


I finally make it to work. Work, work, work...my J.ust O.ver B.roke paradise...NOT!

Greeting my hallway crew with a nod and a simple, “Hi, how are you?”

I really want to know how they are doing.

As if!

We all know what that “Hi, how are you” means...I’m acknowledging you enough to walk past you without being titled rude.


Next...oh,wait...nope I’m still here..answering phone calls that doesn’t extend my lifespan.

Infact, I’m pretty sure it’s doing me a favor and cutting it in half.


Oh,joy! Someone is crying.

Who do they choose to cry to?!?!?!?!?!

Ding,DIng, ding!

Boo-hoo honey...been there, done that!

You’ll be okay! (If I could hi five my inner thoughts right now) I wanted to feel emotional for them, but all I could manage to get out was an uncontrollable laugh.


The train again! It’s only been 8 hours since I last saw you( trust me, the countdown is real).

I stand there while a group of women to my left try to figure out if I come from where they come from.

Speaking in a language I’m familiar with.

However, I don’t have time to make new friends...it makes me happy to know I have less people to sin with.

I hop onto the next train(even if it isn’t the train I’m suppose to be on...ugh...karma, I guess).


Back on 95 we go!

Bumper to bumper, I’m ready to choke someone!

ROAD RAGE sitting in the passenger seat.

(My inner thoughts again...genius)

I tried to convince the driver to drive on the shoulder.

If the cops pull us over...we can pretend my(non pregnant belly) water broke.


AHHH, random thoughts from my darker side.








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