Tuesday, January 10, 2012
I was on the metro on my way to work with the rest of humanity. It was a typical winter's Monday morning. People wore grim faces with their dark winter coats and bed hair, most likely unwashed, judging by the stale scent of Sunday that hung in the air.
One Chinese guy boarded in one of the stations and immediately caught my eye. He smiled at everyone, a stark contrast to the long faces around him. He started tapping the ring on his finger against the overhead railing, as he bobbed his head to the beat of some music in his head.
The crowd around him quickly parted, and I heard more than a few people whisper the word "crazy". As I stared at the man and rest of us in the cattle car, I wondered if soundness of mind is really defined by the behavior of the majority. I plugged in my headphones, selected a playlist, and started tapping my foot, trying to find my rhythm for the week ahead.