| To all the rude people I meet on the trains, I understand you are with your friends and are going out to have a good time - I imagine, by all counts, if you were not having fun with them, you would get rid of them the way anyone with and sense of style would get rid of those tacky minishorts that do not suit your 190-pound frame, or that horrible wifebeater that shows your pit stains in their full glory.
 Map of train lines in Perth, I am on the yellow line Source: Colinjong.com, used without permission But please! I implore you! I am a student - albeit a failure of a student, but one anyway - I am on the train, studying, and it is hard enough without your horrendous behaviour. I am perfectly happy for you to have a chat, even I chat to my friends on the train, but this Is the difference, I choose not to yell so loud I see people in the other carriage getting up to move. Are you so inconsiderate that you cannot keep your voices down? And on the subject of noise level, I understand it, my train line is the mecca of the Tradie, the working class. They are not known for eloquence of good taste, but why must everyone else be subjected to your incessant swearing. I also fire off the more then occasional curse word - as a growing woman, I have been steeped in the same stinking cesspool you have. However, not every second word I say is "Fuck this" or "fuck that" or "you are a shitted cunty slutbottom!" Do you not have the self control to leave these words from behind closed doors? More often then not, less then ten feet away, there are children! And then! The horrible issue of music. I love music just like all people, I love Beethoven, Strauss, the Gorillaz, and Nine Inch Nails, plus more. And yes, my music taste is bad. That is why, when I feel the need to listen to my disturbing music that talks about doing the nasty "like and animal" or was specifically designed to remind people of fornication, without words, I use earphones. But you, however, Mr or Ms Important, believe your wonderful rap music talking about "fucking hos" or getting piss drunk, will be enjoyed by everyone. I hate to burst your bubble, but I have no interest in hearing Fiddy psuedo-sing about how he rooted some cheap whore he picked up. Oh, and should I mention you talking about your own exploits, or, as happened today, you brag about how your brother bashed up an asian and stole his wallet, containing the princley sum (for both you and probably an international student, since I cannot see your brother going at a grown man) of $500. You see nothing wrong with taking someones money/bragging about not going to school/loudly discussing your sexual exploits? What kind of people are you? And then, the icing on the cake has to be when someone politley tells you that your behavior is unacceptable on public transport, especially someone like me, who chooses not to swear, not to get angry, but instead, calmly explain that what you are doing is not right (I am, of course, no angel, I did choose to go one step further and point out you are disgusting if you find it amusing to talk about your illegal taking of peoples belongings by force). And then, you have the audacity to fire off lots of angry comments to me, using all the words in your vocabulary. This is the one I like best: "Youse a feral bitch." Excuse me? I have been reading the entire time for this train ride, and then taking notes on said book. You have not heard a peep from me. Am I dressed as a cheap hooker or bum, like you are? A resoundng no! Did I swear when pointing out how filthy you vile beasts are? No? Did I use incorrect grammar? No? Then how, pray tell, am I feral? Did I spit or take a shit or build a nest on the train floor, like an animal would have? No? Oh, er ... so Im feral for pointing out you are morally and socially impotent. I am paying a students fare to use the train, but that does not mean I should be a second class citizen for that. I stand up for old people and stay quiet, why can you not do the same? Esecially since you probably pay the same fare, despide constantly wagging school (yet another thing you tell the world about)! Sparrow PS: To the girl that I had to deal with today, if you are going to cake on the makeup so thick on your face, can you do the same to the disgusting hickeys on your throat? I do not need a physical reminder of your sex life - the graphic retellings to your equally whorish friend is enough. |