the Unlucky guy!
Commuting to London is unpredictable unless you tune everything out. I prefer to observe because you never know what might happen. This is a place where I want to share the experience and learn from you guys. I’d say I’m unlucky; I’m clumsy and chaotic, certain things make travel difficult, but it's worth it. Like most of you, I commute daily and want to explore the unwritten rules of travel and how people change, almost alienated, as they move through the city.
I want to highlight the absurdity of commuting and make you question the unwritten rules like how to commute without being a twat. Ranting helps, and honestly, it keeps me somewhat normal at work.
WHAT IS THE
PERFECT
COMMUTE?
A question that seems easy to answer but is actually quite revealing depending on the type of person you are. Do you embrace the sporadic nature of life, the unexpected twists and turns that shake up the routine? Or are you more binary, focused purely on getting from A to B, indifferent to how you get there? Maybe you zone out completely, letting the world pass by without a second thought. Or perhaps you belong to the rare few who choose to focus, study, and better themselves with that extra bit of time (shitheads).
Each mindset shapes the perfect tube journey for an individual. So, for those who refuse to observe the chaos and intricacies of the commute, I am here to show you exactly what you are missing. And let me tell you—most of you are completely messed up when you’re on the tube.
There’s no such thing as a perfect commute. Millions take the Tube daily, and it would be impossible to get through it without at least one WTF moment. If you wandered over here thinking your life is great and that you love commuting well you can F**k right off. This isn’t for you. This space exists to share how crap commuting can be. To laugh, to rant, and to bond over the collective misery especially when there’s so much shit in the air.