Since I've started working at Grady one of the perks I've enjoyed the most is the commute on the MARTA. Granted, it didn't help my germ phobias, but it has really helped other parts of my mental health. This makes for a good 20 minutes each day when I get to focus on nothing, and somehow the seasick rocking along at 45 mph along Dekalb avenue is actually pretty relaxing. One of the best parts of my day even.
I've always had a hard time with commuting, and the older I get, the more difficult it gets for me. It's just that any time I have to tread OTP for something other than an overnight trip, and maybe this isn't fair or appreciated, but I get really sad that people spend this much time in their cars. Every day. And, it's human competition dynamics at its worst, stirring up feelings of anger and frustration directed towards other people after a long day of the same mix.
So, and I'm feeling a bit Barbara Kingsolver preachy about the things that I like about my life that are really easy (sure, I'll take a year off and grow my own food), this is what I love about the MARTA. Atlanta mixed in these 8'x30' boxes smellin each other and listening to whatever music is about to blow some poor guy's eardrums.
Quick example, just the other day, a polite gentleman dressed in the latest urban fashion was explaining to a young mother how he could train her toddler to be a part of the true hustler nation.
This is how I learned that MARTA actually stands for Men Actively Recruiting TrueHustlers of Atlanta.
I submit for your viewing pleasure a recent public service announcement produced by the drum majors of the Southwest DeKalb High School Marching Band.
I've always had a hard time with commuting, and the older I get, the more difficult it gets for me. It's just that any time I have to tread OTP for something other than an overnight trip, and maybe this isn't fair or appreciated, but I get really sad that people spend this much time in their cars. Every day. And, it's human competition dynamics at its worst, stirring up feelings of anger and frustration directed towards other people after a long day of the same mix.
So, and I'm feeling a bit Barbara Kingsolver preachy about the things that I like about my life that are really easy (sure, I'll take a year off and grow my own food), this is what I love about the MARTA. Atlanta mixed in these 8'x30' boxes smellin each other and listening to whatever music is about to blow some poor guy's eardrums.
Quick example, just the other day, a polite gentleman dressed in the latest urban fashion was explaining to a young mother how he could train her toddler to be a part of the true hustler nation.
This is how I learned that MARTA actually stands for Men Actively Recruiting TrueHustlers of Atlanta.
I submit for your viewing pleasure a recent public service announcement produced by the drum majors of the Southwest DeKalb High School Marching Band.
NSFW (not safe for work)
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