I feel like complaining today.

Traveling is not only part of my life, its part of my daily routine, to and from work.  If I could erradicate one aspect of traveling from my life it'd be that one.  Commuting into central London during rush hour is probably the worst thing that could happen to me in the morning.  Mainly because I am noticing that my tolerance with other people is growing thinner by the second.

Newspapers shoved in my face.  Feet trampled on.  Elbows on my chest.  Tote bag in my ass.  Disgutsing morning breath on my face.  Conspicuous and annoying gum-chewing in my ear. Pointless pushing and shoving.  Old man eyeing me up.  And the deathly quiet of the morning Tube. 

Am I alone here? Am I the only one that can't stand people and their.....mannerisms?

Just 6 more months of this and I'll be free........