Life Short Story 20211027 l Encounter with a Strange Man in the Car

Last Wednesday, I worked overtime until the evening. On the way home by MRT, when the MRT stopped at a certain station, a strange man sat across from me. He is tall and thin, with medium-parted hair, big eyes, and he wears anti-epidemic goggles. Because he was wearing a mask, he couldn't see the whole picture, but judging from the part of his face, he was probably in his forties or fifties.

I kept feeling his hot eyes on me all the time. We look at each other from time to time. But because it was so embarrassing, I only dared to look at him for at most two seconds. Although I was very nervous, I also had to pretend that I didn't care, or I had to pretend to meet him inadvertently. After getting out of the car, he did not forget to look back at me.

I still work overtime today. While riding the MRT, I thought to myself: Could I run into him again today? So I went to the same carriage where I met him last week. Then, when he arrived at the station where he had stood before, he was a little nervous, but also a little bit looking forward to it. I, who love to perform inner dramas, have not known how many times the scenes of "Beautiful Encounters in the Car" have been staged in my heart. Then I told myself that if I met him again today, at least nodding, it shouldn't be difficult.

He appeared again. This time he was still sitting diagonally in front of me. I still feel his hot eyes from time to time. I probably had a rehearsal in my mind before, so I dared to watch him more this time, but I still felt nervous, and even the "nodding" script that I had staged in my heart didn't know when it would come in handy. I remembered where he got off, so before he got there, I gathered up my courage, looked at him, and nodded to each other. But I still don't dare to be too specific.

Then, he got off at the station. Then, we became strangers living in the same time and space without any intersection. The scene of the beautiful encounter on the carriage has not yet been staged. Although I feel a little pity, I also feel that if I were a little more active, maybe my inner drama could be truly staged. But I have also heard that some people will push the plot to a one-night stand by making eye contact on the MRT.

Well, as the story continues to develop, it may not be a beautiful encounter, but a great tragedy in life. Life is hard enough, don't make it difficult for yourself.

If you think about it this way, it may be more comforting to yourself!