As I was coming in on the train this morning I was noticing how many people seem just dead. They either sit there quietly staring into space. Or the are jacked into their iPods (lots and lots of iPods on the train) and stare into space. There are no smiles, and just the occasional cough.
When I got on the train there weren't many people. So I put my jacket and bag in the seat next to me, whipped out a laptop and started hacking. After a while the train filled up and I looked up to find that I was hogging a seat. So I did some elaborate moves to try and get my bag under my legs and my jacket on my lap. All the while a guy was waiting for the seat. I said, "I'll get there eventually." He said nothing, just waited, then sat down next to me, saying nothing. In fact, he seemed a little disturbed that I had tried to talk. Tried to interact if only just a little. As if I had broken some code of conduct.
Anyway, it occurred to me as I looked around that all of these people were once as care-free and happy as Megan is today. And that's really sad. There was no joy. In fact, I finally realized the true nature of the term bundle of joy. It's not the joy you bring to her, it's the joy she brings to you.
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