training embarrassment.

when i sit on the train, i try not to stare.
it's rude and usually ends with me getting yelled at in spanish.
so i bring distractions. a book. an ipod. a cookie.
when i'm sitting under those nefarious lights in the three person seat, i slide over to let business men and hobos and business women and other forms of riff raff sit next to me.
recently i've been reading that book 'prep'. half a decade behind schedule, i know. but it was 50 cents at a book sale and written by a grad of my collegiate college.
i fold the cover to avoid being judged and end up seated next to a be-suited man reading 'eat, pray, love'.
we both fold the covers to our books. we both see the other's cover peeking out from the pages. we are both embarrassed to read the books we read.

but. there is a guy a few seats down reading 'act like a lady, think like a man'.
so it's all good.