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I saw a woman walking to work in the morning, gracefully and aware of everything in her path. Smoothly, she ducked into the subway, seamlessly swept her metro through the turnstile, and as she approached the closing doors of the train that had already pulled in, an overly confident girl is taking her smooth time to walk into the super packed 1 train headed downtown. The overly confident girl aloofly staggers into the car and simply stops at the doorway, blocking the woman behind her from getting in, all while staring profoundly into her iPhone. Clueless as to what had just transpired behind her, the overly confident girl continued with her day and plans of having coffee with her friend…
Meanwhile, that graceful woman behind her was left on the train station to wait for the next train which was 6 minutes away. “6 minutes will make me late”, she thought. You see, this woman always carefully curates her timing daily. She’s calculated the exact amount of minutes that it takes her to get from her doorstep to work, granted that there are zero unforeseen miscalculations. A “miscalculation” in this case would be something like having too much class to invade another person’s personal space by pushing them in or tapping them on the shoulder; not to mention that if she had risked touching her the train doors might have snapped at her hand.
Some bosses are like teachers, and some teachers are like corporate bosses. Some bosses are like teenagers, others are teenagers, and some are way older than there actual age, observing and comparing everything to the Golden Ages, for which to them, as you guessed it, passed long ago. This graceful woman that got stuck on 79th Street, and would already be 3 minutes late to work, has the kind of boss that hates “tardiness”. You remember? Like those teachers you had all throughout your academic career. Anyway, that was her boss: "Five Minutes!, and anything under that is acceptable, but NEVER anything more".
Out of the train down on 14th Street and up the stairs into the street, the woman rushes towards the west side. Suddenly, the foot traffic on the sidewalk is jammed. Tourists hogging up both sides of the sidewalk, taking their time, clueless to the rule of walking and keeping to your right. Again, another aloof girl into her smartphone, taking her precious time to meet a friend for brunch, and, completely oblivious that she is walking on the left side of the sidewalk towards all of the people that need to get to their jobs; some with cool bosses, others with miserable ones, but work was the destination and the aloof girl was just too involved in her own world to care for anyone else’s.
This is what we have become.
Friends that ask you to have dinner with them only so that they can talk to you from the side as they switch between iPhones, Blackberrys, and Droid devices. If you’re really lucky, your friend has them all plus a tablet.
In the past, hanging out used to be about the energy that the people you are “hanging" with made you feel. It had nothing to do with anyone else’s business, but more to do with ideas, energy and dreams.
Now, it seems like it’s all a matter of what one person can do for the other.
I once heard that “nothing is free”. If I “fear nothing”, then am I not “free” —CP’14