30th
My Social Theory of Relativity
A lot of times when people get on public transit like a bus or subway, there’s an awkward moment of adjustment while they have to shift everything they’re carrying to access their fare or transit card. The space is usually tight, and no matter what, the whole room always lurches a moment later.
I revel in this moment.
I love when I’m staring at the floor absent-mindedly and I see fancy high heels and loafers dancing to regain balance after the tram or whatever suddenly starts moving. Working stiffs all dressed up and losing their balance. There’s a comforting irony in it for me that isn’t as amusing when it happens to people dressed normally.
Something about salaried professionals and their posture and gait, normally so sure and calculated, being shattered into the faltering instability of a newborn horse really tickles me.
These people are so made up, their lives so decided and orderly, and maybe they’re even pretty important in a certain building somewhere in the city and there are lots of people whose jobs and daily routines are dictated by them. But here in the tram, only Newton and Einstein are in charge, and everybody else has to flail just to stay upright.
I’m no bearded banjo bandit myself, but I get the impression these people don’t deal with nature very much, or little people like me for that matter. Sometimes it’s nice to see them literally knocked around by one and leveled with the other.
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