The train was late, I always hated waiting for it, but he took
the car, it was his turn. I glared down at the ground, just one
more thing to make this day so perfect, heavy on the sarcasm
please. Trying to shake the jealousy I felt for my roommate, I
resumed my natural instinct of people watching, all bustling
about, all annoyed that they would be late to their cushy office
jobs that over-paid them. I guess they lost the car schedule
roulette too. I often wonder what separates me from them, what
made them special, and what made me exiled to the cold harsh
world. They were naïve, blind, and I had opened my eyes, it was
the only solution. That was just the way life worked; you were
either blinded by its will or killed by curiosity. It wasn't a
lie that curiosity killed the cat; it just didn't happen as
quickly as one might have liked to imagine.  And then there was
him, I could tell that he and I were alike in many a way, he
wasn't as blind, though still very lost. He noticed me suddenly,
and came gliding over,