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I think that in our “modern” age, the hellish experience is the one we have control over, but don’t, in a certain type of way. Like sitting in a Railway/Tube carriage, that has been delayed at a platform, but you have your seat and your going to the end of the line, you are really tired.
And people are piling on. And a woman of “almost” old age gets on the train and you are one of two or three likely candidates to give up your seat. You have been sat there longest, you know the expectations about civility. But she is not that old, but she is, is'nt she? , No she is not. Why wont some other young guy give up his seat? I was here first, but they don’t and you know you should but you are going to the end of the line. Ok just close your eyes, pretend you’re asleep. This doesn’t say much for the altruism of us. I could stand up but would I appear weak? Will she get of in a few stations? Do you make your hell based on others perceptions? |
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