Driving into work today, I suddenly became aware of the fact that I was trying to live my life along side dozens of other people, all of us flying down the freeway at 75 miles per hour (yeah, you heard me right, CHP).
I was minding my own business, listening to the radio contentedly as I always do, when this red car pulled up beside me. The woman in the car was furiously yelling her self silly at someone on the other end of her cellphone.
Something about it struck me as odd. I thought I'm about 5 feet away from this complete stranger and she's having an incredibly emotional, incredibly personal moment right beside me. It was strange. I started looking around and, sure enough, everyone around me seemed to be living some little moment of their lives. People were singing loudly, many were on cellphones, some were laughing, some looked bored/weary/fed up with their lives. It was like becoming suddenly self-aware, only ... I guess I had become aware of everyone else's selves ... so, that's a bad analogy.
Are our cars the only bubbles of invisibility where we really feel like we're disconnected from all of the other strangers in plain view? I tried to think of others. I can't. Maybe that moment before everyone deplanes at the gate and you can hear that voyeuristic mix of everyone's personal cellphone calls to colleagues and family, but its not really the same.
Anyway, I found it oddly thought provoking today.