The MRT was super-crowded as always; the pushing, the jerking, the usual ugliness all around. As I was moving to an empty seat near me (yeah..like, hallelujah/amin, right?), the train had this horrid jerk and I had human bodies coming to me left, right, centre. I landed awkwardly on my seat and felt something wrong with my chiffon dress but I couldnt check it on the train, right?
So I came to office and I forgot about the paranoia until I felt something tearing on my back. I sat up straight, groped my back and found a tear which was getting bigger by the minute. From then till now, I have been trying to sit ramrod straight, hoping not to aggravate the tear. Thank God I have a cardigan on me.
Though I think the cardigan can last till evening (I am watching District 9 later), I just cannot stand this feeling of being on-guard/paranoia. So, I think I shall go home during lunch time and change into another dress. It's not like I am going to eat anyway.
What is the price of transportation when compared to the loss of dignity of having a Hulk moment when everything on you falls apart in public? Or in front of your students? That's worthy of quitting my job, I tell you.
... just consoling myself.
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